Snowscape,
Cold skate,
twirling ice dancer,
slides over Perch below.
Sun dogs bark,
chase her,
rolling and tumbling on glossy veneers buffed by northwest gusts.
A journey swift, grace filled-breezes quicken each step.
She crouches low in a wide sweeping turn,
pushes hard against the relentless zephyr,
smiles, and rushes back to aching arms.
“I did it!”