|Imperial Peak, Breckenridge, CO|
In Breckenridge, CO,
winter continues its dance with spring.
Yesterday, walking a four mile loop,
the sting of ice pellets on my face,
frigid wind seeping down my coat collar,
I watched storm clouds roll over the peaks.
Today, more wind, snow falling, meager sunshine.
We light a fire and read.
|the view in my neighborhood|
So much snow still on the ground.
I wonder if bears are roaming?
They awake from a long sleep
to find drifts still blocking the forest.
When outdoors, I remain alert.
I'm sure they feel grumpy with hunger.
I think of the seeds I threw on bare dirt late in the fall -
still slumbering under a white quilt,
waiting - as am I
for true and lasting spring.