Category Archives: Hill Dog Writes

The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.

Harvest Time Toil

19990925

Harvest Time Joy

Mother Nature and her merry makers’ moon shadows play across water and sand.
Mating with the wind, the ancient common fire spirals loosely, dancing starward.
Rising close, the harvest moon, swollen and bright, watches all from beyond the nearby pines.
On the shore, backs to the dark, eyes roll back, necks lengthen, mouths posture.
Hill Dog’s chorused howl travels the night.

Summer Climax

19990801

Clifford Picnic is over.
Two weeks of tropic heat are ending.
The Perseid meteor shower is on the next new moon!

Puck rarely says his name on quiet evenings anymore.
Sirius becomes less prominent.
The Ski King pines for his season.

Share warmfort now with loved ones,
Dream of sharp crystal cold nights;
They’ll be here soon…

This is Midsummer in the Elkmtnarea.