what will blow in the breeze

seems like the dark
came quicker this year
first part of the summer
washed out by rain
rest of it littered with too much work
too little profit
seems like time passes too fast
at times need to slow down
time is always necessary
to clear the cobwebs
wherever they appear

the old dog didn't die alone
last few hours surrounded by 
compassion on this porch
found here nearly every night
or those remaining 
find comfort now
in her memory it may eventually fade
left her tags hanging 
to move in the breeze
that sound 
only meant one thing
for seventeen years 
each of those seasons
under the same skies
happy to have had only one home
when alone I wonder
what will blow in the breeze
for me someday...