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


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

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


snow like stardust
sparkling in morning light
to begin our day
