17 beats

packing stuff into boxes and memories into the shape of me

Small fuzzy catkins blossoms on a willow tree Spring is on its way!

In warm sunshine these lengthening days I stand with the trees in praise! 

all through the winter I ran on a treadmilltoward a black cement wall

these are the days (nay, weeks) for paying attention and stepping with care

While on my walk today, I felt warm spring sun slip into our icebox .

If there is no moment, but this moment what are we to each other? 

standing at the edge of town watching the sun go downnever gets old

Skiing across trails of memory, I stopped at the bridge to say thanks.

Waxwings light in treetopsthen explode to the sky in synchronized flight

Mellow late day sun plays in the cloudsbrightening the slop where I stand.

My memories marked by this day both hem me in and usher me on.

Living in hard places can be okay if your people are there too.

Trees filled with chickadeessinging a morning songI stopped to listen

If your spring break plans include a picnic in the park,pack a shovel.

Following trails through the mountainsbeneath a great big skyI am small.

When snow falls in piles taller than you standand spring delays,I’m sorry.

We watch for the day winter melts awayand we shall feast in spring green.

In this, our fifth month ruled by snow and ice,lights still shine in the dark.

Ashes to AshesDust to Dustthis life held in a common, small word

out in the backyard on a february nightsnow plus moon make light

I hold a warm eggOn this cold dark day In my unimagined life

I go walking with ghosts of myself on the sidewalk of memory.

ice rainbows, light pillars  lift the fog and there’s the rime  water in play