You can only see
This sunrise through the trees
To that line of mountain
Because spring is still trying
To find its way to this altitude
Because the branches are bare
The leaves only promises and
Red and gold memories
Letting you have this view
Always available
But only plainly visible
During stark stripped days
When the morning earth
Is still biting and not
Inviting you to walk out
Instead insisting you
Simply sit
Wait patiently
For the first flash
Of brilliance rising
To climb again
Until it is too much
Too even look at

Doing it’s work
Just as we must