When the days of the old gray dog,
Had all been loved into evenings,
He aimed a little glance and a little thought,
At the sparkling forest he once saw,
In a younger dog’s dream.
Had all been loved into evenings,
He aimed a little glance and a little thought,
At the sparkling forest he once saw,
In a younger dog’s dream.
2010
Graphite on Arches hot-press watercolor paper
18.5 x 24.75"
Commissioned drawing, collection of Jennifer Dorrens.
