With Wings We Fly

cold mountainside gusts
 in divine aspen grove trails
 sweep snow under skis.
 
 later, only sun
 and a waterfall vista
 to mark spring’s return.
 
 a cloudy sunset
 reminds me of emptiness
 that lies here. and there.
 

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