Category: Poetry

• December 26, 2019

  Night Skiing

  Night Skiing City lights reflect off low clouds, silhouetting the canyon walls. We buckle boots, attach our climbing skins As we click into our bindings, clouds part, stars appear. Climbing we fall into a rhythm; Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh Alone with our thoughts in the halo of our headlamp, Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh. At Elbow…