Author: Brent

To Know the Dark is a poem by Wendell Berry.

This evening in spring
we checked the flower beds
for moisture and green shoots.
We trimmed and dug up
the old raspberry patch
and read bedtime stories.
Taking the dog out
one last time, we pointed
out the first of the night’s
stars, speculating
when the flower full moon
would rise. I tried to write
all these events in
a way that would make them
seem ordinary. Alas,
I could not.

Dimming sky
Waiting for
The moon rise

This is the fifth season of Tuesday morning track workouts with the Arete Endurance crew. Since the beginning of the RunHaiku project, Tuesday morning haiku have featured the happening on this 400m loop of asphalt.

Isn’t it amazing how much wonder can occur on a small patch of land, and the sky overhead, and how ordinary moments with friends can be treasured over time?