Morning Poem, April 2, 2015

Spring comes earlier on the western side of the mountain

The mornings here still hold the pinch and sting of winter

But by the time the sun passes over the ridge

The fog is burned away and the rays bright and strong.


The eastern side will have frost under the leaves on the ground

And around the puddles made by the seeps

But the western slope is dry

And the buds have popped out, red and white

And the forest weeds have sprouted.


Catch this time before the pathways are blocked

By weeds, vines and briers

These few days of sunny warmth

Before the spiders and snakes make hiking a danger.


Live for this moment on the western slope

In this free and safe world that will vanish with the coming of the solstice

And mark the beauty


Copyright 2015

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