17 beats

Lacing up road shoes to run through the melt and into a new season .

The spring meltdown turned up some good surprises in the backyard today.

The last full moon of winter is a worm moon! and this one was super. 

For meto dig in dirt or shovel snow, ice chipping too, is prayer.

This morning I watched as this moon slid through the clouds and dropped into view.

We actually don’t like you guys, I said, but what I meant was thank you. 

I am listening to one of my favorite Irish voicesand also wearing green.

I’m just going to put this here, but hold the thought for another day.

That 12-inch pile of snow on our roof can go on and melt now, no matter.

That sweet rise and shine face holds expectations I simply can’t resist. 

Sometimes the path I’m on is slickery, rutted, and hard to get through. 

He said, I lift my eyes to the mountainsand I said, I do that too.

I live hemmed in by lot lines, but tonight I got to see the long view.

Warm and drippy are signs of springbut stillI look for light in the dark.

I carry my memories into this night, yet I know there is joy.

In the rhythm of this project there’s a beat for this sweet golden dog.

I have been negotiating with this foot for such a long time now.

Praise for the stunning sunrise and the yellow dog who needed a walk. 

Rolling down the trail with my boyson a Monday afternoonin March.

I went out for a walk to find the light at the end of this grey day.

We went back to the trail this morning to see if my story was straight. 

Tonight our sunset walk became a super scary sprint for our lives.