Snow and the Sea
How lucky are we
to have snow and the sea?
Waves crashing on ice
where sand used to be.
Cold air that’s salty and smokey,
from fireplaces nearby.
Storm clouds that break
for ocean’s horizon line.
Branches weighted by snowfall
in backyard’s trees.
They don’t seem to mind.
How lucky are we?
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.