This morning, when I took the compost out the wheel barrow was filled with ice. Our coffee cups were drained and the day felt full of promise so despite the cold Warren and I headed out for a walk along the Rappahannock River.

There are mornings when everything brims with promise, even my empty cup.

–Ted Kooser, from Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry, by Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser, Copper Canyon Press, 2003