To Be

How wonderful it is To See

The Evergreens line hills diagonally

Prickled needles grasp globes of snow

As if it is their duty

The day a'new and clear

Dry yet crisp - the mountain air

The light of lofty sun

Melts fluff to slush in glare

Beige stone mule deer bucks

With the stumped antlers of Spring

Trot timidly near brittle brush

By cedar cabins when sky is dawning

How wonderful it is To Be

Existence - the shrouded stakes

A Mind, a Spirit, and Senses

Primordial tools in the Greatest Escapade 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"to be or not to be, that is the question"
and my answer is "to be"---
we are luckier than we realize...there is so much beauty around us to take in, but we destroy
that existence by concentrating on the ugliness of the world...we almost can't escape it.
Your poem is such a moment of pleasure.
thank you for that, Velvet...

[John the Baptist]

This one is full of the exuberance of spring, like one coming out of a long winter of confinement. The last stanza, however, indicates it is also a validation of life itself. What a bracing change. So many poems here make Poe look like Pollyanna.