Winter Memory

Posted on September 19, 2018 by Monica

Daytime High

Arctic ice crusts the inside
length of the cabin door.
The ancient space heater sputters.
We dress quickly in the cold
seeking a hot morning meal
before venturing into magic,
the landscape of Yellowstone –

– standing lodgepoles engulfed in white
snow creaks and snaps beneath our skis
breath entwines with geyser vapor
where solid, enthroned, sun-sparkled
winter rules in unguarded splendor.

High noon, 30 below, 44 years ago.

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4 Responses to Winter Memory

  1. Monica's avatar Monica says:
    November 13, 2018 at 6:28 pm

    Yes! Hi, Bluebee!

  2. beeblu's avatar beeblu says:
    November 10, 2018 at 4:38 pm

    Ah, that’s a wonderful breath of fresh air 🙂

  3. Monica's avatar Monica says:
    November 6, 2018 at 3:30 pm

    Danke sehr, lieber Klaus

  4. kowkla123's avatar kowkla123 says:
    September 22, 2018 at 4:45 am

    noch nicht bitte, lasse es dir gut gehen, was auch immer das Wochenende bringt.

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