Change of Season

goodbye to winter,
 to snow that blew away spring
 (if only today)
 

Winter’s Remorse

solitary slope
 freshly groomed, chickadees’ tweets,
 a good way to end
 
 but ice plagued the runs
 with snow that just wouldn’t fall
 no matter how cold
 

With Wings We Fly

cold mountainside gusts
 in divine aspen grove trails
 sweep snow under skis.
 
 later, only sun
 and a waterfall vista
 to mark spring’s return.
 
 a cloudy sunset
 reminds me of emptiness
 that lies here. and there.
 

Be a Bird

if you want to fly
 leave your poles at the bottom
 and lift up your wings
 

Peaked

cancellation brings:
 clouds and mountain views, fresh snow
 (and my youngest joins)
 
 family is family.
 no matter what they all say
 (or my inner voice)
 
 with family: mountains
 we would be afraid to climb
 (alone; otherwise)
 
 with cancellations:
 the realization that
 love piques on these peaks
 

Small Dreams

tiny house adieu
 from our vacation
 from reality
 

Climate Hopeful

in snowfall we trust
 to have a blue-skied morrow
 free from this whitewash
 
 in ski days we trust
 to build a better morrow
 for these sweet faces
 
 

 

Searching for Heaven

even escapes bleed
 with guilt-ridden winds of snow
 that just can’t ice him
 
 

Cloud Walking

clouds came in last night
 Siri warned of “bad weather”
 (she’s not a skier)
 
 twenty new inches
 of fresh powder, soft as silk,
 came from those “bad” clouds
 
 we floated ten runs
 clouds above us, below us,
 this heaven on earth
 

Smooth as Ice

winter snowy fun
 found in tunnels, trains, tubes
 with family ready