Cold, windy, pollen
Cold, windy, pollen
Surprise, I ran this morning
Under a most beautiful sky,
There were birds singing,
Not a favorite of all, I know,
But it suggested Spring to me,
And with all of this virus stuff
We could use a little song in the air,
But then this run was heavier than most,
Fewer people out, less traffic,
I ran without worry on a busy road,
Crossing without waiting
The Walmart light to change.
I’m running faster,
Maybe thinking that if I’m not out so long
The virus won’t catch up to me,
I know that’s just a dream
Viruses are more patient than that,
But I’m breathing, take full breaths,
Letting those alveoli show their resilience,
Their sense of purpose
As I hammer away at the pavement,
Running solo, no music,
Except for the birds and the satisfaction of feeling
Spring is just around the corner.
Pink flowers budding from some tree,
I suppose I should have paid more attention
In that Wet and Dry Biology class
Way back when.
Birds chirping off in the distance,
I’m not sure about them either,
Avian music not being a thing for me
I do know this,
It’s nice to have a day
With nothing to do,
Wait, that would be a week.
Only I’ve got commitments today,
A thing here,
Family get together there,
The Masters is on…
All I really want to do
Is look at the flowers,
Listen to the birds,
The papers aren’t grading themselves
They just sit there waiting,
Waiting for corrections,
They just have to wait until tomorrow
Since today has taken winter
And put it in the rear view mirror.
I’m soaking in the the early season rays
With every bit of training my cert gave me.
Relentless is Winter’s cold breath
How about Spring?
Clouds walking the sky
Blotting out a Spring day’s sun
Wanting to sit on the deck
Not willing to deal with cold
Winter has given up.
The colors have taken over,
Grasses are being mowed,
The deck can be used again.
Spring has won.
The spirit of life is renewed,
Days are long,
I’m putting the coats away.
Photo Credit: Nita via Pexels
Walking my dog this morning
I could see the buds on the tree fattening.
I could hear the birds singing.
I could feel the air reconciling the changing season.
We were in step
Heading down the road
Lost in the nothingness a spring walk
Ought to bring to a soul.
Crisp air, leaving warmth on the skin,
Thoughts on winter’s beauty and spring’s renewal
Allowing us to
Be in the moment.