Spring Planting

ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.

Oh, Oh, Colorado

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)

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

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

no beach silhouette 
could compare to mountain snow
with my boys up front

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