Through Rose-Coloured Goggles
Above the winter-worn lodgepole pines
Whose indigo shadows dapple the bright whiteness,
We soar in the lift
Toward the heavens so
Drenched, their blueness might drip.
Numb toes, frost-nipped fingertips,
Wind whooshing in our ears, whir
Of pulleys, the give of crisp snow under skis.
I gaze upward through rose-coloured goggles
Toward splayed red rays.
Through clouded eyes I glimpse the haze below me,
Tucked pink […]
