An alpine state of mind

Put me in cold air in high places Wrap me in fog mixed with alien faces Pour me into swamp Chilled Shiver these alp trees that huddle From brush of wind That drinks Such moisture filling needles that Drip Drip Drip onto grass whose green sprouts spring from their seeds and bring to life the meadow of colors that cloud the alpine slopes with rainbows of life whose flowers slumber all year for the day the sun shines and warms the rocks like bones and awakens the spring in this place so warm with life shivering in the cold