Groundhog of my Dreams (2001)

Dawn approaches this mild February morning

Pale new light filters softly from the eastern sky

A world still hushed in slumber rests except

For a small dark nose edging up from a burrow

A breath of sweet warm air and the groundhog smiles


One lithe movement landing poised on the grass

Sniffing the air in wondrous anticipation

In the blink of an eye off and running

Scampering toward the sound of waves breaking on shore

Feeling sand under paw as if for the first time


Listening for the raucous cry of pelicans

And tracing silhouettes of fringed palm branches

Standing tall against the slowly brightening sky

In quiet hearts the promise of spring remains

And the song of the groundhog is heard in the land