Everyday Walk Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the humid meadow at the
edge of the forest.
every day welcomes us with smell
of green grass and the dew.

I am keeping the leash,
the dog is running lowered,
is barking and is pleased because
these are happy moments.

before breakfast, to run
with the branch. or behind the ball,
with you, and maybe even with the dog,
from the neighbour.

we are coming back for the breakfast.
in the way, breathing the scent of flowers.
their pollen is forcing me to sneeze.
the jumping dog, now is lying on threshold,

fully tired. and I am savouring
the coffee,
sitting down in the armchair.
I am on a diet.