Lent-Day 13

Some days I wake up

and miss the mountains

rising up majestically

collecting my constantly restless spirit

in their expansive arms

I miss the trees

the shapes made from groves and clusters

green, tan, white

I play guess who with the faces on the mountainside.

I miss blue skies

somehow rendered a deeper blue

by the snow on the ground

and the chill in the air

my lungs sting with the breath inwards

but I feel so alive.