Dried Up

preparing for snow
though it seems another farce
(thank you climate change)

Time Will Tell

will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?

will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.

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

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

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought 
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

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

a powder escape
from the harsh reality
of everyday life

just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)