Monday, February 8, 2010


Like sprinkles of sugar, white powder falls
changing the look of the land below
no footprints or trails
buildings and cars now soft mounds and hills.

With the first sunlight,
people wrapped in down jackets,
in bright colors of red and blue,
waddle out the door with shovels in hand
to clear a path to retrieve
sleds, skies and snowboards.

They search for an incline
then like a pin ball machine
slip and swirl across the surface
with shrieks and hollers
they're off in their cars
to ski lifts where
they can take off down hill.

Later they will
gather around the fire,
to sip hot chocolate or
brandy, and tell tales of
spills down the mountainside.

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