Morning Crustbusting
My snowshoes don't sink
Aren't lead weights dragging my glide
down into the subsurface melt zone
No deep step break trail
plod of tracks into sinkholes
of afternoon sun slush
Poles flash like outriggers as I sail
across a night freeze snowpack
tacking to the storm's light flakes
Pausing for just a moment to swig
a canteen & lay a hand blessing
on my favorite pine
I love this , Art - sweet to journey with you through words capturing crunch and schuss and pine breath.
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DeleteAnd I love performing with you -- watching a crowd like penguins on an ice floe melting at your words, moving around, swimming the crunch & schuss of your voice
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