my baby skiing
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain
to her mama’s soul


my baby skiing
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain
to her mama’s soul


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.
a powder escape
from the harsh reality
of everyday life

powder power pulls
relentlessly through the snow
bringing us to light

not what i had planned
(before we were so broken)
yet bright, all the same

just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)

world reflected
with wooden beams, windy view
and skis. always skis.


the bowl is open
for us to earn winter skins
winter wind and all

Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face


snow like stardust
sparkling in morning light
to begin our day

a solo ski start
best way to begin a year
powderful hope
