Peak Season

In your confounded struggle
For originality, nights lengthen.
Snows flicker… drift… and fall…
Heat departs the landscape, after all.
Flurries list in; holding, cold.
Spines of stone lace the snow.
Lonely Peak gone to the skies,
Saddled white, sloping bold.
Dendrites pique my memory—
Graupel stings your summer skin...
Wind blows,
eyes water,
Storms deliver our rime of sin.
The tram lingers
Patrol say no.
Pow dreams work
Your skinning soul.
Blue Sky waiting. Lone Peak true.
The wolves be howling
Just for you.
Skin your mountain,
Ski your due.
Tram that wonder,
Drop your shoe.
Gravity Flourishes
Swing Rules
Turn Rhythmic
You Hearty Fools.