Ski Days

Swiftly sliding on sweet winter ice
Your
Frosty toes icing in wintry boots
Your
Gloved hands quivering,
Wind howling
Lifts swinging silently
Your
Feet dangling
Your
Bottom bitter with a cold-chair frostbite
Your
Ears red, squished and cold
Your
Head numb against the beating breeze
Your
Wishing you were
Sinking slowly beneath powder’s freshest delight and
Watching snowfall plummet from a clear blue sky
Now you’re sunken back in the cold chair,
Day dreaming
But why?
You are here
Snowy slopes surrounding you
Icy cold crisp air seeping, stingingly through that hole in your goggle
Green wintered trees towering
A mound of snow is waiting for you
Dig in
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