Find the Light

sunrise to sunset
i follow the moon and sun
winter outdoor joy

The Day After

reality sits
between aspen dream ski runs
and running a house

aspen-lined gold runs
are what make Steamboat special
(we'll always be back)

a weekend with him
after all these years in love
sweet as fresh powder

vaccine aches trail me
but the ski trail excites me
a bluebird balance

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought 
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

words or lack thereof—
too many or not enough
yet never just right

weekday wondering:
so surrounded by failure
i question each thing

because the cutout?
the perfect light/dark balance?
it doesn’t exist.

ski reality:
perfect, bluebird, line-less days
few and far between

these pink winter lines
like angel’s wings each morning 
welcoming the day