Memories of Ski Drives
It’s in the sun’s rays
crawling out to find you in the midday ski.
The glance of perfect pines
lining a left angle deep in the
white mountains so high,
I find peace.
Shutting your eyes for a moment
in the warmth of a drive
Tuning out what doesn’t matter;
tuning in to all thing alive,
You can find peace.
Kaleidoscope of winter colors
mediating your mind
Breathe deep, roll the window down
for a burst of winter’s cool breath
And peace you will find.