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


a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet
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
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face
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
sunset petroglyph
lighting up our last night here
with teens who smile
possibilities
rest in moments we strive for,
moments we drive for