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)