Wilson Creek

the lightest snow swirled in the uneven gusts, falling
while daylight dimmed as we crested the ridge and
climbed up the lichen-covered rocks along the
mountaintops surrounding and creating the
headwaters of wilson creek.  we jumped between the
boulders, leaning to the weathered stone and sturdy
branches when we felt the edge a little too near.  a
handful of hours later we'd be having dinner, lost with
friends in a meal and music in maytown.  but for the
moment, we were drawn down in the high february
winds, breathing deeply, hoping this profoundly
beautiful place might be spared.