The Delirium of Being

 

It truly is a wickedly 

icy winter day, wind

whipped to a frenzy of 

chill, underfoot treacherous

icy conditions, but the sky

bright with golden sun.

On the woodland trail

suddenly galumphing

toward us, the spectacle
of a pink-jacketed

Irish Setter pup, gleeful

with the freedom from

constraint, wallowing

joyfully in the snow

then headed straight 

toward us, its long

puppy tail swooping

like a pendulum in greeting

leaping on our chests

offering its free affection

to affable strangers and

frantic owner alike, this

young creature infused with

the delirium of discovery.