The Poetry Of Night Skiing

Posted on January 9, 2012

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Moonlight dances diamonds strewn across virgin snow

stolen only by the dark fingers of a shadowy thief.

The world whispers a caressing breeze across my neck,

gripping every hair within its reach

to guarantee I should not soon forget.

The temple glows

quiet of corruption,

while the eyes of pillage slide soundless over the ridge

squinting contemptuous glares.

Scaring the stars into hiding anew

somewhere fresh within the canvas moonlit sky.

Wild.

Wild as the tree’s laugh or

throaty yelps of falling snowflakes

eagerly anticipating their union

with

the moonlit dance of diamonds strewn across the virgin snow.

 

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