I feel the moist fog that creeps up this canyon.
I feel the warm bright rays of this sun.
I feel the cool mystic breeze
that moves with ease while amongst the trees I run.
I feel cob webs dangle on my skin
as I move through tight corners and watch the day begin.
I swelter in cold mountain streams
of green eyed salamanders,
brook trout, and trail horses.
I feel the scents overtake my lungs,
filling my head with spring time forces.
The colors breed new life and vigor.
I feel them in my eyes as the different hues
I feel the textures of this rough granite stone
or the smooth mossy surface of a tree stump.
I feel the white crackling lightness of this coyote bone
and the swirling pollinated flowers that jump.
Things all around me are ending.
Other things have just begun.
I feel an overwhelming sense of hope within
As I sit beneath the spring time sun.