powder has called out
waking us on Sunday morn
a soft, silent church
Rest in Powder
powder has called out
waking us on Sunday morn
a soft, silent church
weather
Open T(r)ails
ski redemption date
with my pomapoo sled dog
ready to venture
Snowed Day
So Steamboat didn’t happen. They closed I-70 right after we bought chains, and closed 285 right when we’d gathered our courage to leave.
The roads are atrocious, the highways are closed, and it took so much planning and money and sub plans and my entire car packed for six people… And it’s heartbreaking.
And our Airbnb hostess tried to argue with me about going the Walden route and not refunding me.
Bitch, I’m a Taurus, and I WILL spend an hour on hold and send links to every damn CDOT warning ever made to get my money back.
So now I have a snowy weekend with this snow-loving Pomapoo, my money, and my family safe at home.
I love you snow, but you’re kind of killing me right now. Time to get out the Nordic skis.
Icing Before Cake
a winter scene rests
before the real snow comes
and powders us all
One Can Hope
with one child sick
and flakes falling just enough,
we’ll win a snow day
oh, Snow Day Goddess:
please help this teacher-mother
take a snowy breath
Denver’s Happy Blues
city, oh city
from sunrise to blue skies, love:
always beautiful
Frost in my Face
just what i needed:
a bluebird ski day Sunday
(for slopes are my church)
Snow Max
skiing is a dream
found in powdery wide slopes
in Colorado
A Bluebird Afternoon
so simple, really:
the teens play cabin boardgames
while we ski for love
Unseasonable
trapped in October
a winter snowfall gets lost
among leafy trees
my dog doesn’t care.
he loves snow as he loves me:
unequivocally
sometimes his love hurts
so pure is his devotion
(unreturnable)
like these autumn leaves
that can never give the tree
what it gave to them
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