She comes to me
All earth and dirt,
And loam and leaf,
Bits of the brightest tender vines entwine her hair-
Mud covers her paws.
I pick her up,
Clasping her to my tunic
In hopes the stain will lift my spirits.
She comes to me
All earth and dirt,
And loam and leaf,
Bits of the brightest tender vines entwine her hair-
Mud covers her paws.
I pick her up,
Clasping her to my tunic
In hopes the stain will lift my spirits.