Mile High
Mile High
I awake to the sound of a dynamite blast, then another!
Clearing the path for ardent outward bound skiers
Restless limbs
Pop out of bed with eager anticipation
Outside, fresh un-groomed powder
Dawn’s early lights dance playfully on the snow
Sharp edges, freshly waxed skis, warm gloves
Ear to ear grin
Earthly Heaven Awaits
(For submission to the avalance poetry contest)
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