A Gift
Snowshoeing on top of three feet of snow.
The scrunch, scrunch sounds accompanied
by the whistling of tall, swaying pines.
Breathing in the fresh air under a gray sky
with Colorado blue breaking through.
The deliberate lifting of our feet,
the effort of muscles, and steadying
ourselves with slender ski poles.
The occasional fall as snow shoes tangle
with each other. The feel of the cold snow.
The laughter and the struggles to get up.
More laughter between friends. It’s all a gift.
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