Mountains Shrug It Off

Spring arrives, the mountains shrug it off, I do too, there is still snow along the stream, something to save for a dream, aspen bark is soft in color, evergreen fir soft in needle, and then the sky darkens and the snow begins to fall, fine flakes and thick, feels like a shroud, and I realize as long the wind blows, as long as the sky snows, I will want to be up here, free.