Ski Trail

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.

Snow slide,  



                                                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.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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