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Night Skiing at Park City
by Tony Whitaker
Through the bitter cold
Three men never yielding their discomfort
Loud bravado fills the air this night
Spouting on and on of our false prowess
The lift pulls us through a patch of pitch black
Immediate silence fills the night air
As we see to each side of us
Huge spruces heavy-laden with new snow
(We heard a foot fell that day)
But this darkness cast its spell on me
Imagination turning these ethereal trees
Into sentinel ghosts guiding, guarding and protecting
As we make for some enigmatic point in space
Then the trance is broken
The lights emerge for our dismount
Flying down the mountain
I tentatively glance, then smile,
Spying those same trees,
Waving as they whisper in the wind
10/27/2008 Author's Note: A night of skiing that still brings a smile to this old face..
Posted on 10/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/27/08 at 04:23 PM ...i drifted off about half way thru, i was on my on ski lift[memory] and finally got back on yours...tho i didn't swwwooooosh down the hill, i was riding a ski lift last summer in angel fire...and in the dusk of even'nin...made me smile and shiver... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/27/08 at 04:24 PM ...your pome of remberance made me smile and shiver... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/27/08 at 05:03 PM Beautiful delivery here, Tony. Wish I were there... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/27/08 at 06:05 PM Very nice Tony! I never learned to ski but I love to watch it. This brings back memories to me of one of the Olympic games in Austria. The country hero won the down hill gold with the most amazing run I've ever seen. It literally brought tears to my eyes. |
| Posted by Anastasia Selby on 10/28/08 at 02:04 AM this is a great peom, I can smell that gorgeous, cold air. |
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