When snow falls yesterday night
and then melts a little yesterday
when merry, running paws churn it up
into shapes and valleys and hills
and places where the bouncy ball might have been
but wasn’t
and then last night
it freezes hard
and those shapes are made crisp,
then this morning we find
the best scritching snow
for snow baths.
Author: LFSAlden
March 24th
Puns, broadcasts, classes,
rearrangements of furniture
and filing cabinets,
We are all home,
two adult kids,
two Mamas,
and the happiest two shepherd dogs ever –
The flock is all together again!
March 22
The sun drew me out,
not gold this sunrise,
but lemon – sharp, sweet, bright, bright, bright.
We even ran a little bit
in the sweet, fresh, north-scented air.
Just beautiful.
Thank you, gods and guides and guardians, for this day.
My gratitude gift this morning is to return again to the lesson
in how to resist making myself smaller so that others can grow.
I’m not the only one who loses out if I don’t resist.
Remember that, greybird, remember that.
Hold my ground with grace and peace,
Take up my space with grace and peace,
…You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here…
By Max Ehrmann © 1927
March 19
Eighteen hours to the equinox, my friends.
A day for contemplating balance, equity, compassion,
Justice.
Mercy.
Compassion, patience, acceptance, evenness, peace.
To remind me of foundational principles,
Snow falls,
Soft and silent,
on all.
Babysitting
It’s a tough job, but the Schmidt family has the best babysitters ever.
March 14th
Morning coffee,
Clear sky.
Nearly clear sky,
salmon-tinged puffy clouds
low on the horizon.
Color gently saturates the greys of dawnlight,
a soft, soft green which will enrich as the earth spins a little more.
Birches hold on to their black-and-white,
Bare reminders that it is still winter,
and that a Twilight Land is never far.
March 13th
Good morning.
I am taking deep breaths of rainy air, ground squishing gently underfoot.
There’s a stillness to enjoy, no wind, no critter moving about, no cars up on the road
– on our unpaved, bag-end road with only four houses beyond ours –
just the soft plinking of drops on leaves.
I don’t know if you can take a saunter, my friend,
whether you have time for one,
whether it would take you into crowds to roll or walk outside your door,
or whether you are stuck indoors.
I’m going to take a walk for you,
and share the sights,
just in case you needed me to.
12 March
The dogs and I are delighted to present a new book of dog-walking poetry. Won’t you walk along with us from Ostara to Beltane?

Full Maple Moon
The sap is running, friends, and I’m editing the poetry collection which walks to Beltane. Thank you all for encouragement, thank you, dogs, for the good company.
March 6th
It’s fool’s spring, I know that,
Yet I will be joyful in it.
March Third
Now begins the Great Fluffening, when the old is shed to make way for the new and our house is covered in a layer of dog fluff…
February 26th
There’s dawn-light now when we waken,
and on an overcast, heavy day in February I can see no difference between dawn-light and dawn,
the sun might be there,
or it might not,
and all is pearl-grey with bare black branches.
There is a peace, and I wish it into my bones.
February 25th, every year.
So grateful to the Universe for you – strong, tough, sassy Emily.
You paused; and kept going.