Morning visit to Daisy’s
side yard next to the garage.
I stand by the door
waiting for the morning ritual
to be completed. 
Depending on the season,
I huddle in a jacket and ski hat,
tapping my foot
and muttering, “Hurry up!”
Or clad in shorts and a t-shirt,
I adopt a more relaxed attitude
as she roams the area
picking the most perfect spot.
Today’s visit  was ripe
with the early promise of Spring.
Air heavy with fog.
Daisy and I both poised for a moment
to listen to the unaccustomed sound
of birdsong floating in the breeze. 
These visits are a necessity to be sure,
but they are also, strangely enough, a gift.
A brief moment to take a breath
of early morning air.
Air swirling with snow.
Or dripping with rain.
Or redolent of our proximity to the sea.
A peaceful time of inactivity.
A time to just stand and wait
and connect with changing seasons