Crammed into snowsuits like overstuffed <br />sausages, rainbow colored scarves <br />hid determined grins. Clouds of warmth <br />billowed up from our bellies as we marched, <br />dragging wood and metal in our wake. <br /> <br />No path in the dazzling white ocean, <br />only instinct and children's screams <br />carried in the wind's ear, winding through <br />the forest playground, calling us forward, <br />full of careless snowy frolicking song. <br /> <br />Once at the sacred crest we flew <br />on frozen feet, bouncing padded bellies <br />on a wild wood mustang footloose <br />and flopsy mare, as the frigid white <br />rushed into our blinded mute senses. <br /> <br />After 75 seconds of this eternity, <br />we trudged upwards again and again <br />to swallow a dozen more flights of reckless <br />abandonment knowing steaming cocoa awaited <br />to melt us back into warm elfin flesh.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ski-hill-chardon-ohio/
