by Dorothea Barth ©2010
Berklee eyes the blizzard
Beyond the window sill
Playful possibilities
For energy to spill
Berklee barges through the drift
Toddling, yet so tall
But barely tall enough to match
The snow that just did fall
A blur of cream and golden fur
Cold powder on his nose
Winter is the greatest time
As only Berklee knows
Were one of us to vanish
Into the arctic blue
Our Berklee'd come to rescue
With flask of amber brew
With warming breath and soulful eyes
He'd bring us our salvation
Small wonder, because our Berklee be
St. Bernard, not Dalmatian!
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.