Springtime Special

The snow falls against a bright pink backdrop

Mystical, magical, momentarily musing me

To go into neutral and glide into a parking space

My legs float and my body no longer intact

I land carefully on a rare patch of grass overlooking big blue

Shifting clouds, allowing light to dance sporadically

Along rugged, desolate, dry ridge lines

My heart follows beat, and my soul rises to the array

What a special moment to discover, from my knack of sporadic adventures

Each change of wind, big blue goes from

Turquoise, grey, purple, black, and blue

My eyes wet from flakes of snow, can’t blink

Not wanting to miss a tone of color, a shift of light

The weathers gift comes in forms of wind

In high elevation, things can feel never changing

Until a late spring storm makes you remember

How delightfully tasteful things look when there’s

Just a slight change in color