Rocky-Mountain winter
once more,
with feeling....

Rocky-Mountain winter
a landscape of light
waterfalls & peaks
turned to crystal
frozen into lace
paradox of cold powder
under southwestern skies,
marching dreamlike
towards lost horizons

These Rocky Mountains
are the perfect place
to fall in love again
with winter
to lose yourself
in a cloud of powder
to rediscover
frozen beauty:
frosted windows
silent flakes,
& air
that tastes like champagne,
to lean into the wind
& float down white carpet runs,
to glide like a shadow
among silent aspens,
to follow ermine tracks
deeper into the woods,
to give way to gravity

Rocky-Mountain evenings
You’ll ski back down
into a storybook ski town
like a visitor
from another world
to another world;
a main street
made for people not cars,
for loafing, chatting, walking;
you’ll order a second bottle
of old French wine
just because,
just because—
with nothing to celebrate
except being here
in this white oasis
at the beginning
of the 21st century;
you’ll walk out
arm in arm
into a circle of snowflakes
under old-fashioned street lamps
& wonder who turned this glass
paper-weight upside down again
& fall in love again
and again.

Lito T-F

above: winter returns to the Rockies, always the same, always a surprise.
photo © Burnham Arndt


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