it's morning and the snow is sparkling on the mountainside,
a fog hangs over the lake, the cabin seems tight so I step outside.
All my organized thoughts fall away, politics, children,
husband, dog, shopping, work left to do,
there I stand with the mountains and the sun just
starting to warm the soil and melt the last snow clinging
to sloped roofs in this village.
it's good to get away, even a few steps, a few moments,
to breathe in clean, still air and just be.