between the snow and the sky
a verdant hillside of pine trees
their lovely smell reminds me of Christmas
their branches are covered in snow, like
icing on a gingerbread house
on the hillside,
our skis find a path through the forest,
the silence broken by an occasional bird
the twang of skis flexing and releasing
on every glide.
this strip of dark green
held between the overcast clouds and
snow holds beauty, smell, feel,
sound and vision,
we hear the silence between
our skis.
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