Sparkles



I wish that I could capture
The sparkles that were there
In the snow
Like diamonds,
And the glimmers
In the air,
Tiny crystals
Floating
Down
Through the
Cold, cold
Air
Like glitter
That takes
The picture
To sublime.

I wish
That
I could capture
This magic
Moment
For you,

But
My camera won’t do it—
Or I’m not very
Savvy —
An amateur
For sure--

Whatever –

You will
Just have to
Believe it
Or not.

The deer and the dogs—
They know it.

Thank you for reading this, and stay warm! (It’s a bit chilly here in northeastern PA.)

Day four of a random week in February

I'm walking dogs these days,
one through the streets 
of my childhood: 
a Beagle
named Amy
and I 
traipse up 
Maple, 
left down
 Putnam,
around 
Courthouse Square 
with it's 
red and blue lit
 statue, 
in the predawn quiet
 as lights come on
and the papergirl
glides by
 on her bike
no matter the weather,
Amy, her nose to the ground.


And Mattie at home,
my border collie 
friend, 
up the road,
past the barn, 
through the woods, 
off leash,
sitting still
when  trucks go by.
She never tires 
of chasing sticks, 
racing birds, 
running through
the cornfield stubble.

How I love
walking dogs!

Thank you for reading this!