Fresh Powder

A snow poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fresh Powder

Soft bits of cold down

Flitter in the air

As I jet down the steep slope

I feel alive as I speed down

My heart is racing

My mind is at rest

All is well in the world

When I’m skiing on

Fresh powder snow

Author's Note

I love skiing and snow boarding. Nothing more exhilerating!

Reviews

[Solidad]

"Soft bits of cold down

Flitter in the air

As I jet down the steep slope

I feel alive as I speed down"

You make it sound as easy as bitting into a peppermint patty. That was very appealing. Thanks to your imagery which was poignant AND eloquent I want to go snowboarding. You gave me the urge for something that I've never even done before =)

[Bubo]

You know, I hated skiing- but you make it sound lovely- full of freedom, and I loved the way you wrote this.