As concrete melts into dirt and grass
and skyscrapers become pine trees,
I fall into the snow and promise
myself to stay until spring.
As the snow continues to fall,
I am covered until I become
the snow and the earth and
the roots of spring’s growth.
What was a full mind
is replaced with snow,
ice, and water dispalcing
everything until there is nothing.
Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.
We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.
Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.
Early spring and the trails are still covered with snow and ice. The sun finally visits and provides warmth for the rest of the journey.
Up with a beautiful end of January sunrise, we walked and played with spring creeping in slowly.