steep
nobody goes in snows the way furry freaks do
hipping and hopping through the quick pines
leapin’ off the peaks to pop up in the sweet air
orange sunshine avowed, a cloud porpoise with steamy breath
tubbed in a snowy bowl
cold cotton newfall, rubbing it in their hair, snorfling and rolling to slide far down the hill
over the edge of the mountain and the granite goes by in a flash
floof! the deepest of the deep they live for centuries down there
the plumes of special blue cold dancing for the next storm
so quiet so snow forest quiet underneath the full moon
til they come singin’! singing down through trees
shaking the deep off, toes flexing on frozen ice waterfalls
and whooping! mad red faces pushing faster ever faster
leaping down the trees and shushing off white walls
naked! and cold! and alive! and still moving
hot water
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I like how it transitions between the snow and other environments!
Good job, my dear byronius...
I am recovering from shoulder surgery, and it's no picnic. I am progressing, however glacially!