Juliet Ligon Poet Acrostic

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

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Jack Horne June 18, 2023 at 4:07 AM lovely - this has cooled me down on this muggy day, lol

Michelle Faulkner January 18, 2023 at 5:06 PM This has the feeling of sleek movement, like going down the slopes ( I have never been skiing but imagine it would feel like this) Very vivid and evocative, hope its a win for you~ Juliet Ligon January 19, 2023 at 3:46 PM Thanks, Michelle. As usual, I failed to follow instructions and left out the compulsory word, so it will probably be disqualified.