days of this sort of snow
begin purple to blue and grey out
to black and white.
the light is flat
but that doesn't mean 
the world is.
it's a game
winter plays 
on your eyes and your mind.
you have to work hard
to love it, most folks are tired
tired tired tired tired
of winter now.
not me.

 i'm listening
and watching
and still skiing some 
and little spring fed brooks 
like this one
chuckle and sing.