Powdered with color
The meadow is in bloom
From the path we are happily engulfed 
by red, blue, yellow flowers
swallowing us whole 
smothered by fresh dirt, roots, the tiny ungrown bulbs of wild tulips
Next spring well be pushed back out
Growing from the mouth of the earth 
strong and wild 
beautiful and pure
Our lungs will scream life into the mountain air 
our welcomed infancy