A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
Fast
Dainty little notes
And then a crescendo
My board is the conductor
Controlling the snow
That makes the noise
Making my song
Every hill
Adds another line
Of notes
I know the snow
Like I know my own skin
Every turn
Sharp and fast
Wide and slow
Creating the perfect ride
The perfect sound
Me
My snowboard
The snow
Together we make
My song
Each time a leaf falls
Another heart shatters
Each time the wind blows
Another break up
But each time a pumpkin is carved
A date is planned
Each time a cider donut is devoured
Another kiss
Hand in hand we walked down the path, littered with colorful leaves. A gust of wind swirled the leaves around us. Encompassing us in our own little world. I looked up, the trees bent over us with shades of red, orange and yellow.
Tendrils of anxiety
Snake out
And trap me
Opening a hole
Where my brain
Goes down
Finding everything
That could go wrong
A new crack in me
Comments
I never would have thought of snowboarding in this way, but I can see it now (or hear it in my head, rather)! "My board is the conductor" and "Together we make // My song" are both great lines!
Thank you!
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