the dharma blog

The full moon is just over the rooftops
to the west
when we leave the house

The snow that fell overnight
– the first of the season –
a dusting on the sidewalk and the grass,
squeaks under my feet in the morning dark

Lola licks at it a little
but it doesn’t slow her down

We walk past sleeping houses
A man comes out in pajamas
to get his newspaper

We see two people walking a Golden Retriever
we walk blocks with only the tracks
of squirrels
marking the snow

as we walk down our street
towards home
the moon is almost gone
behind the houses
and the trees