Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Red Umbrella

She was statuesque
holding her red umbrella
a scarf around her neck,
the hanging sides balancing
at her sides on every step.
Her short winter coat
dancing above her knees,
her boots with high heels
enhanced her long legs.
She was a fashion model.

She held the leather reins
of her two dogs pulling,
all three happy to be
walking in the rain.
She was determined
to enjoy the cold
against her face,
the wind lifting her hair,
the splashes of water
on the wet pavement.

Once home she will
quickly change clothes
for casual comfort,
sit by the peppy fire,
feel the flames warmth,
dry the two dogs waiting
to be wrapped into towels.
Stretched on the carpet
all three will find a place
to fall asleep and dream.

Marcel Toussaint © 2014