Silent Joys of Cross Country Skiing (a poem)
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Silent Joys of Cross Country Skiing
cross country skiing
In silence of aspen and spruce
laced with snow catching rays
of sun low in the sky, feeling
like Laplanders, we glide over
a winding trail, winding its way
on mythic levels through the woods
into white meadows deep with snow
and up to ridges with sidesteps or
herring-bones, to turn around and
come sliding down whizzing past
branches and down into hollows
along a stream muted with ice,
numbing our minds stilled in wonder,
as we ski down through endless
time, five thousands years.
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