This morning in Charlotte is cool and sunny, and I felt a call to take the full “Plan A” walk that I did so often with Marianne. Lately I’ve been taking shorter walks, perhaps partly influenced by a little arthritis in my right knee. But I felt a definite nudge to walk more. So off I went! On the way I thought of this poem. Although it is not spring yet, I would like to post it today!
A Morning in Early Spring Where does it come from? What is its source? The strength in my legs And the joy in my heart. Again I took our special walk And amidst the bare trees and early flowers The birdsongs and gentle wind I felt your sweet love And my soul was content.