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.
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.
snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.
before dawn arrives
the snow still touches the sky
with white fingertips
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
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