Snowy skies followed us,
asking the hard questions,
expanding our lungs faster with laughter,
increasing energies,
sharp-focused on persevering through
the deep brush,
miles to go before reaching the bridge
between foreign languages of
harp songs singing
our souls responsibilities,
and the solar lexicons of mirth,
secrets of dove and quail feathers
awaiting the smile, your smile,
spring’s honeybee rebirth.
