BenWetherell

A walk in the woods
with rises and falls,
road blocks,
peaks
and gorges,
a boulder 
you climb over
and triumph as you reach the top.
The summits you touch along the path 
have views of green hills

Snow falls like leaves from a tree,
Blanketing the land in beautiful white,
The skier, locked from outside now free
Stands in the glowing light.

The sky blue, no cloud in sight,
The sun on the stage a brighted orb,