Flatiron Fresh

summer days beckon
drinks on rooftop patios
(mocktails for the kids)

the cold creek calls us
with shade, icy refreshment
from the sun’s harsh heat

and these cousins bond
under summer vacation 
(our home is their heart)

Lakeside Love

sunset’s golden light
shines brighter in the mountains 
with my perfect pup

an eight-mile walk
through Colorado’s beauty
even before blooms

the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)

no real snow day
just a cat and a puzzle 
dreaming of travel

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.

The last run.

i’ll grasp this aspen 
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace