A Walk with the Dog on New Year’s Day
At dawn on the first day
of the new year the sun also rises
to burst over the hill
with sudden brilliance.
So, together we walk,
this old dog and me, in
the last year of her life.
Our shadows dance.
Such beauty in the new snow that
gleams under a crystal sky, in
the clouds of our mingled breath.
It peers from our shadows
that leap over the snow. For
even under a limitless sky,
we are most whole the moment
we touch the earth, when the darkness
brushes against the light.
– Steve Peterson
