skiing
again
keeps me feeling
right in the head
centered and grounded
alive and tingly
but on this overcast late afternoon,
almost evening
wendy took off for a little bit into the woods
just ran off, the brat
her selective deafness annoying
but oh, her love of the snow
the trees
the excitement of smells
traces of rabbit, deer, grouse
and three young runners
who were unable to rid themselves of her
until one of them, wise in the way of dogs,
broke a stick and threw it back towards me
and then she remembered
i ski with her, not these cute boys!
another hermitage
is slowly sinking into
the forest floor
someone had a bottle
and roofed over the a frame
with feed bags, then brush
and here is an enameled metal object
that i may try to salvage
next time?