Inbetween showers 

We make a quick dash for home

Skipping round puddles 

The harder you try

To pull these fingers apart 

The faster they stick

On the southern slopes

Meltwater washes my face

Winter turns to spring 

When all you have left 

Is happiness in memories

Can you enjoy them?  

Sliding on blue ice

All my worries melt away

I become the skis

And now we part ways

To the same destination 

In parallel lines 

Trying to focus 

On the good things that I have

Not those that I’ve lost

I landed head first 

An ostrich can hide himself 

In mountains of snow 

A winter comet

Burns low in the Eastern sky

There is so much space