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

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.
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.
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face
snow like stardust
sparkling in morning light
to begin our day