Winter

Winter’s Bite

Frigid and white,

like political lies,

winter’s high notes

fall from the sky.

Naked Earth rests

beneath ivory down,

No Knee Ski, But Great Times

…a few days before this Christmas when I spent a night in my daughter and her husband’s Taos Ski Valley condo. It’s near the first chairlift. Looking out the patio door I recalled taking both my daughters, who were about 11 and 13 at the time, for a day skiing there.