Intentional Walking

after walking the dog.

To see what we passed quickly.

To take photographs without feeling hurried.

And then the bells.

The glorious pealing of the bells.

On Celebrating Easter without Being Religious

Bells!

They started on Good Friday, at the wrong time (there are usual times and then are wrong ones because they are unusual).

It took me several minutes to remember the Way of the Cross.

Then, this morning, knowing that it was Easter, I heard bells twice -- once at the lake


and once at home, when Doodlebug expressed dismay:

She wasn't too sure about the bells, but me? I love them! 

Even when they ring at night, which they did last night.

I wouldn't mind Easter once a week if it's bring on the bells.

If every day ended with bells

I'd be a happy person.

Bells and woods.

After summer rain.

All's Well

wet flakes
plop & plash
filling the woods,
winter-shallow,
bells ring 5:00;
all's well yet
I think on
the yellow stray,
long-time resident
of Kentucky Avenue,
& hope she
worms herself
into a warm spot.