Silver folded icing coats an Alpine lakesitting 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