The Day After

reality sits
between aspen dream ski runs
and running a house

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

ski reality:
perfect, bluebird, line-less days
few and far between

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

my baby skiing 
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain 
to her mama’s soul

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.

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.