They come for the snow
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
They come to float
Through powder, flowing
Over thigh and shoulder
A moment of Zen, every turn
They come to be with family
With friends
To meet new friends
To party, and cavort and love
They come for all that
But…
If there is no snow
They will not come
They come for the snow
Seventh Heaven
Blackcomb Mountain
Whistler
British Columbia, Canada, 2015
Blackcomb Mountain
Whistler
British Columbia, Canada, 2015
This is my second response to Snow, this week’s One Word Photo Challenge, by Jennifer Nichole Wells.
My first response was, Black Tusk
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