Journey of Words

alpine peak

I don’t do skiingNot that slither and slidePick up speedBounce, twist, swooshy thingI don’t need the rushOf hurtling downhillJust to go back upTo do it again, againTake my hand until spring comeswe’ll dancethrough fresh pasturelie on a daisy carpetimpress grass angelsin meadowslisten to cow bellsting off the pineslaugh as we break throughthe clinging skin of… 

I don’t do skiing
Not that slither and slide
Pick up speed
Bounce, twist, swooshy thing
I don’t need the rush
Of hurtling downhill
Just to go back up
To do it again, again

Take my hand 
until spring comes
we’ll dance
through fresh pasture
lie on a daisy carpet
impress grass angels
in meadows
listen to cow bells
ting off the pines
laugh as we break through
the clinging skin of the lake 
shiver at the shock of cold
retreat from sunset
to the sweet heat of bed
watch meteors
slice through the night

~

CLP 21/12/2023

The author

Chris Perry

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