Breathless, under a pine canopy,
trail fore and aft,
a heart hammers,
breaking the rhythm of step – push – swish.
The pounding engine jump starts
a crimson stream,
pressing through this snowy day,
rousing unreasoned elation in reasoned years.
The wind quickened,
gently proposes the trees
slough their dazzled limbs.
frees crystals from bended bough.
A powdered ball disassembles as it falls — a million lucid gems
anoint an upturned face with
compelling serenity –
blood rushing to ice.