the sky looked deceptively wintry this morning
oh how i wish it were not a farce
i could use the stillness and clarity
that only come in a world frozen over
the reminder brought from falling
on your face on the mountain
that pain is temporary
it always fades and always heals
the joy of trying something new again
and getting back up despite the fear of crashing
and the hope of new life that comes
as buds endeavor through the snow
on the early wings of Spring


(though Spring can take it's dear sweet time, I'd really like a long winter & several chances to get up to the mountains)