High desert sun, cold sharp breeze, winter brown grasses and summer blue sky;
Harsh smell of spring on brightly chilled air, pounding of heart, wind on hair;
Limping gait, rippling lake, lagging dog, dragging my mind from fog; push past pain.
Gasp, dry rasp, parched throat, burning arms, chilled legs, shed coat;
I spread my sun-starved bare soul.
Slow gained speed, aching knees, heart breaks free,
I’m almost me again.
Poetry and photography by me