Sometimes on a Mountain in April: A Poem in Photos

You can't really see it in this photo, but on top of the wind blowing my hair all over, I am pretty much covered in mud. 



Hiking in the Adirondacks in April is a messy proposition sometimes, but so, so worth it.  There is something about the switching seasons, the in-between-ness, that always brings me down the mountain a little bit changed. My words and photos don't really do it justice, but I decided to try...


Sometimes, on a mountain in April,
winter hides in caves.



...and clings to warm ston...