i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.
wind
Steamboat: Gains and Losses
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.
El Dorado
world reflected
with wooden beams, windy view
and skis. always skis.
Colors of the Sky
we’re home now. screen time.
i want to keep the rainbow.
the perfect sunset pic.
the lake moon rising.
the soothing sound of tent rain.
just being. outside.
Coronatine, Day Fifty-three
we flew this beach kite
on this day seven years back
(a dream in life, Spain)
my daughter, then ten
still finding joy in small things
(as i still try to)
aspen trees at dawn
a pup always by my side
cats learning to love
the kite is gone now.
(i have ransacked every room)
locked down, we let go.
BeauJo No Go
the blizzard blew in
and our weekend flew away
(reality bites)
Snowed Day
So Steamboat didn’t happen. They closed I-70 right after we bought chains, and closed 285 right when we’d gathered our courage to leave.
The roads are atrocious, the highways are closed, and it took so much planning and money and sub plans and my entire car packed for six people… And it’s heartbreaking.
And our Airbnb hostess tried to argue with me about going the Walden route and not refunding me.
Bitch, I’m a Taurus, and I WILL spend an hour on hold and send links to every damn CDOT warning ever made to get my money back.
So now I have a snowy weekend with this snow-loving Pomapoo, my money, and my family safe at home.
I love you snow, but you’re kind of killing me right now. Time to get out the Nordic skis.
Road Trip 2019: Dakotas, Day Two
from flat Dakota
emerges a river trail
hard on legs and kids
but water wins views
however it meanders
giving life to all
Catch Me a Breeze
a sunny Sunday
is made for panting puppies
searching for blue skies
Imaginary Waves
arriving just after dawn
trees bend in the breeze
by midday we swallow sand
the beach’s beauty tainted
a hot wind to bring a new season
I could put my hand out the window
make imaginary waves
pretend that my rhythmic motions
are wings carrying me elsewhere
instead I stare into the distance
mountains masked by haze
and wait for the moment
my moment
when wind will mean more
than bent branches
and the coming of summer
