
our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)



our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)



a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)

leading via flags:
half-mast for Asian victims;
visit to Georgia

against the blue sky
we try to erase their hate
with gestures of love
quarantine closures
plus trapped-home anxiety
delayed this moment

yet, the smile wins
a year later, we made it
(a taste of freedom)
first building puzzles
then cuddling with kitties
nice to see that grin


winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow

power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up

a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day

the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today


only two days late
the snow has taken over
(Lord, save us from drought)


will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?

will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.
