Find the Light

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

Getaway Gold

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

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

light frozen in time
sparkling for the morning
(lit for the mourning)

i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.

The last run.

i’ll grasp this aspen 
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace

i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.

you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.

you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.