Our Days
Sarah Scribner
Abby on Martha's Vineyard Summer 2013
“This spring hasn’t sprung, I don’t even know if it has begun.
Not the right weather for my favorite hunt, eggs! and rabbits to chase, what could be my perfect
Sunday.
My golden friend retrieves me from my dismay.
She barks, “When our days of summer arrive, we will jump right in.”
You know we just might, if your walker invites my walker to hang poolside.”