I Cling To An Aspen

I go up to a mountain in the morning, the sunrise to greet, the sky to meet, at first there is snow on the ground and then seemingly out of nowhere, unexpectedly, there are flakes in the air, Easter flakes, and instantly I am away, into the sway, into the swirl, into the whirl, and I come to a spot where snow is falling straight down and as I cling to an Aspen, I look all around, and in that moment I find a reason to be breathin, life is not a test, it is Easter flakes for breakfast.

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