Poles striking the ground
I am the loudest creature
In the whole forest
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Poles striking the ground
I am the loudest creature
In the whole forest
Perfect morning sun
Shines across the frozen lake
Whispers through the pines
Snow-covered hills
Last of the day’s light settles
Into the weekend
Burning
Last of the midnight oil
Before breakfast
Icy blue snow
Brave golden sunrise
Caught in the trees
Three pairs of skis
Into the raging wind
Taking on the night
Gliding softly
Into the white wood
Sanctuary
Through the tears
Glowing brilliantly
Red sunrise
Last of the day’s light
Low in the western sky
Lingering
Swishing sound of skis
Glow of a headlamp
Slicing through the dark