in the frosty white-yellow tint of a Colorado morning
my spirit soared through the blue sky and over the rockies
danced around pikes peak
but all the happiness in the world won’t buy you a hot cup of coffee on a cold day
and it was mighty cold
but I was among friends; the evergreens, rocks, the snow-capped mountains
flurries started falling furiously and the wind rose
snow-laden clouds dumping their load
found a lean-to deep in the forest and it became my temple
it was a holy experience baby
got out of the wind and into my surroundings
sat in meditation and samadhi
built a fire to thaw out and space out
awaited the solstice experience like the child of the universe I was
ate some tasteless lunch and took a long nap curled up like a dog
the fire went out when I wasn’t looking
the day grew as cold as death itself
those now gray skies were carrying rucksacks full of snow
time to head out...but one last fire
hunted for some deadwood to keep this child alive
at least the wind died down and it didn’t feel near as cold
a modest hike and I could get a room at the lodge in the valley
warmth and a good hot turkey dinner would be waiting
steppin’ through the twilight feelin’ alright
