Appalachian Moment

Hill country snow is thawing The wind is a Spring scented ripple - coltish Nature for a little while asks: "come and play" Of course you smile Long years are released from that tightly packed jail you had been carrying along for so long Now the deer come one then too many to count as they thread through the tree-line now they are nibbling at your presence here their large brown eyes feed you with small cups of wonder You are a boy again a lad running to gain the very peak of the blue sky a sky that takes you up and spins you around as you forget to be yesterday