(poem) a day on the mountain

a day on the mountain

in the morning the snow is velvety white and ribbed
we skiers call it corduroy
I like to weave in and out of it
always looking to lay first tracks

we marvel at our luck
what a huge mountain to be traversing
our kid in tow, slow behind us
but eager to descend through the trees

at lunch we sun ourselves on the deck
and you remark how this is a nice alternative
to the blustery winter skiing we are used to
I wear sunglasses to shade my eyes and smile

by afternoon the snow has softened
given in to the weight of skiers and boarders
we skiers called it mash potatoes
your quintessential spring skiing

soft mounds of snow piled haphazardly on the slope
we navigate carefully around, over, through
hitting a mud patch will lurch you forward
foregoing any grace and style there may have been

But this is the price we pay
(and what a price it was)
to steal away for a few days
in a tiny A-frame, er, cabin
in the woods
to chase the remaining snow
that winter supplied this year

5 April 2021
Whiteface, NY

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • mountain biker • outdoor adventurer • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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