I hear you, winter rains,
conspiring with the Earth,
getting ready to bloom mountain sides full of spring flowers.
Winter snow, I hear you too,
whispering your frozen secrets,
waiting patiently to sing them
out into our favorite swimming spots.
Mountains, you have been so parched
and local swim spots, you’ve been so empty,
stagnant and still,
these past few years.
All this water and snow, what a blessing
totally worthy beers cheers.
Skis out, thighs out.
Suns out, buns out.
Long hair, don’t care.
Eat well, be active, stay thankful.