Hard heeled boots strike
the late spring snow;
create a crunching echo
heard throughout the 
valley.
Early birds thus
move onward, a 
quest for quieter trees
after time spent in 
dawn's darkness.
Arriving at 
the apex I 
inhale intensely 
(intently)
taking nature into my
lungs and soul.
The sun, 
appearing now, 
anticipating my prompt 
approach, greets me 
with all
the fanfare fit for 
       a King.