Getaway Gold

aspen-lined gold runs
are what make Steamboat special
(we'll always be back)

a weekend with him
after all these years in love
sweet as fresh powder

Mountain Magic

vaccine aches trail me
but the ski trail excites me
a bluebird balance

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

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.

The last run.

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)