Sparkling Snow

Excitedly snapping boots into skis, Thinking it’s nice, this cold winter breeze That rustles the trees And makes words freeze Just when they are spoken. Movement starts out shaky The precipitation flaky Swirling skiing trails look snaky And soon legs will be achy, But winter has awoken. Soon, rushing down hills, Disturbed snow spills, Falling in frills, And then it stills, Forgetting quiescence was broken. A crash breaks the calm Sudden like a bomb Looking down, blood soaks palm It hurts! -- where’s mom? But the pain is merely a token For a love of winter, unbroken.