Tag Archives: Mary Carolyn Davies

dog-howling-night-sky

posticon Just A Dog

Posted on   by

A good dog never dies, he always stays. He walks beside you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter’s drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way. ~ Mary Carolyn Davies, American writer

dog-howling-night-sky

 

It was two days before Christmas many years ago, my senior year of college. In my parents’ home, I stood staring out the window at the gray winter landscape. The bleak scene mirrored my own inner bleakness. I felt none of the joy of the Christmas season.Read more

posticon The Strangest Dream

Posted on   by

A good dog never dies, he always stays; he walks beside you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter’s drawing near, his head is within our hand in his old way. ~ Mary Carolyn Davies, American Poet

border-collie sheepdog

 

Last night I had the strangest dream.

I was walking down a deserted, dimly-lit street at dusk. In the fading twilight I spotted a scared, skinny little dog with a bloody gaping wound on the left side of his head.Read more