Spring in the Mountains


A cold bite in the air,

each breath feels sharp and clean.

The first snow flake falls and

everyone wonders if it is simply

blowing snow.

But, flake after flake

falls in downy wonder.

The snow hushes birds,

dampens the rustling trees.

It is easy to imagine you

are the only souls

in the world

One thought on “Spring in the Mountains

  1. Love your last lines, “It is easy to imagine you/are the only souls/in the world.” I’m ready for the quietness of winter to give way to the harmonies of spring’s songs.


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