The Color In A Leaf

Another day to be alive, doesn’t matter the weather, sky gray or blue, frost or flowers, or when forecast snow doesn’t show, when it all goes south, the challenge then is if I can embrace the miss and breathe of the life in another day, see the color in a leaf, the mountains under a mist, the sun rising in the air, if I can allow myself the simple pleasure of following a dirt path up a prairie hill, to a quiet place, enjoying the feel of the earth under my feet, the wind in my hair, and sit, slowing down enough to hear my friends, the tallgrasses speak, speak to me of living free in a wild, of leaves growing green in the sun, of soil soaking up the rain, of standing strong in the wind, of resilience, of being alive, right now, where I am rooted.