Skis slide deep into silken white shhhwumpf…shhhwumpf shhhwumpf…shhhwumpf Woolen cap over ears, labored exhales, swishing appendages muffle forest sounds
I stop. Pull off my hat, let my breathing subside, skis still, heart settle until...I hear spring snow clatter on soft blue fleece, meltwater trickle through rocks glazed in icy translucence,
Chickadee songs punctuate the stillness, their tiny acrobatics hyperactive against the white calm
All around me snowy mounds hush last year’s growth Trees and brush transformed into hips and backs, breasts and buttocks entwined... rebuilding for Spring
Lying down, fully outstretched I press into their sensual curves Snowflakes pile up on eyelids, belly, and limbs, mounding me into white expanse I imagine resting there until the snows melt...
But deep cold penetrates I rise to go, my imaginings short-lived Squatting, I leave my scent then glide away into muffled reality of human exertion
Randi de Santa Anna - March 1997 revised January 2015