As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies,
I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing.
As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things,
I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again.
As the woodpecker pecked at the top of a light pole,
I stopped to gaze and wonder.
As this journey moves ever further,
I realize that it is where I have never been.
As I begin to understand the little truths and the big questions
I ask more and more and will play with a spring in my step,
as the snow perches on a blade of grass,
to become snow once more.