Mid-Winter finds us in a cherished, strenuous, comfortable, familiar rhythm:
Wake-up, eat, work, ski, sleep; repeat.
When it was “too cold to snow” last week,
Clippers left knee deep sharp crystalled snow.
Deep purple, then moonlit nights, keep the snow dry, durable, and deep.
Daytime air, half-heartedly, occassionally, flirts towards thawing.
Impossibly blue skies, encourage us to trails,
That begin by passing Summer’s Sunchokes:
Tubers that may taste even better after fully overwintering.