Ode to Powder
You’re a light blanket of fluff
When my French fry-skis cross your powdery wonderland
I feel a bliss
That the best snow in the world
could not but call fair.
Adrenaline courses through my veins
As happy as a 5 year old with a lollipop I will rip it up
Turning through the snorkel pow-pow
My fat skis leaving the first set of tracks to the bottom
of the glorious run
People on the chairlift glance down at me, jealous
That I am able to sit on that royal throne of powder
Mouth curved upwards into a smile
And bounce through your majestic clouds.
You’re the best thing to ever come into being
You’re sparkles fly into the air
As I cut through your mysterious
As it splays out behind me
In a white firework
I laugh aloud,
Thrilled that you are so kind as to treat me to such a show.