before dawn arrives
the snow still touches the sky
with white fingertips

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
snow like stardust
sparkling in morning light
to begin our day
a solo ski start
best way to begin a year
powderful hope
a cold winter walk
along the Colorado
right where it begins
a hot springs retreat
to strip the cold off our skins,
bring heat to our bones
another failed day
ends with a quiet snow walk
(just let those flakes fall)
a cold, windy morn
finding our legs on the ice
that waits for winter
no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games
some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument
fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.