Skiing
Swoosh, woosh, down an alpine slope my skis glide,
Kicking up mists of pristine, powdered snow.
Impassioned by an evergreen hillside,
In the breeze, my cheeks brisk with rosy glow.
Now, nestled between mountain peaks I ride,
Gazing, from the lift, at motions below.
1-16-2023
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2023
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