these daily bridge walks
no matter how trapped we feel
will never get old
Coronatine, Day Fifty-two
sunrise
Coronatine, Day Fifty-one
an uncommon mist
wrapped the morning in soft light
before the sun ruled
but blue sky is king
popping up my potatoes
for the love of May
all nine have emerged
and, like the peas, cling to life
brought by sun, water
this wins my heart now
as i fast between each sun
hope rising, falling
Coronatine, Day Forty-six
i have given in
(quiet days, spring sunrises)
one cat at a time
Coronatine, Day Twenty-five (Catch Me a Moon)
the moon rules this day
not knowing what happens here
(we wait in shadows)
empty city streets
spring trying to break branches
reaching for its light
another day ends
yet its return is constant
giving us new hope
Pack Up the Car
a bluebird ski day
will forever be worth it
(Colorado love)
Colorado Dreamscape
my weekend frenzy
with a pink sunrise startup
ending with a tree
Mount Bierstadt
first: the moon and sun
second: 8.5 miles
third: a fourteener
fourth: pomapoo strength
fifth: learning to climb mountains
sixth: altitude high
Road Trip 2019: Day Seventeen, Red Sunrise
red sun, glassy lake
paddling with the puppy:
perfect lakehouse day
A Day at a Time
between this sunrise
painted so perfectly pink
and this steak dinner
lay a fasting day
of walking, planting, napping
fifteen days, hours
The Last Star
as children we wished on the first star
(i saw the last one this morning).
how would i know then
how early my legs could move,
taking me not into the sunset
but the sunrise,
the closest star of them all
hiding behind the horizon
while i wished, wished, wished
on that far-distant star
(the last star)
peeking out over peaks,
shining its light on my ride,
spinning my pedals,
spinning the world in its realm,
spinning its magic in my heart.
