I Sought the Open Sky ~

Confused, overwrought by little cares 

I sought the open sky

the snow was dirty, the path was wet 

I looked at the ground and continued to fret - 

but I saw a tiny crystal tree 

dance in the sun glitteringly

I raised my eyes to a snow-white hill 

wreathed in sunset's magic crimson 

patient - calm - and still 

Quiet crept into my soul -

I laughed and shouted a song - 

Nature smiled and who was I 

to glower at her for long?

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Photo is of Breckinridge, Colorado.

We recently went cross-country skiing there 

with some 'old college friends' from back East ...