A surprising warmth greets Mason and I, our long explore tired
The snow stays quite stickily on my red heeled shoes.
Barn friends are still waiting for clear ground;
their pointy cloven hooves, starving to join us
down in some green leafed out bower.
Just as my voice hits a high note, a tremendous slide
blind crashes ice shattering off the roof.
The red expanse looks at us gratefully; the smoke stack spared.
I'm again impressed with gravity.
(A wonderful Writer's Almanac with Redoubt and Volcanic Spew)