Getaway

Silver folded icing coats an Alpine lake

sitting at the base of a bald, bearded,
ice-capped mountain backdrop.

The whispering wind wishes I were there.

My murmuring heart longs to belong
to this landscape, to escape from the
drudgery of here and now.
Lungs, still coated with winter’s murky offerings,
ache for a cleansing peppermint breeze.

Take me away to dip my feet in the run-off waters,

to renew my soul as we wander along
pine needled grounds, unmarred by
foot-trodden paths.