Because April is Poetry Month

Apres Ski

Getting off the mountain
After a day of skiing
After a day of fresh air
And Frigid winds
Winds that make 
Your eyes water
Winds that make
Your cheeks red

Your hands
Warm
Wrapped around a cup
A steaming cup 
A blanket pulled
Pulled around
and wrapped
Like a cacoon
The memory
Of the frigid wind
Diminishes

What you will remember
Will not be the wind
But the sky
The snow,
Soft and powdery
The way you are
With the group
Yet totally 
Alone
On the mountain

That is what you 
Will remember