Sunny Sunday on Skis

Goodbye, running shoes, and hello, ski boots! It’s the sparkle season.

Winter days like this one – twenty degrees, dazzling light, new-fallen snow in exquisitely formed flakes – embody the season’s perfection. No need to worry about battling weeds in the garden. With the woods’ closed-in canopy dispersed, mountain ridges luminescent with frosty snow shimmer all around our horizon.

At the moment, we’re not hemmed in by the endless varieties of ice or gray, falling sleet. Our cheeks glow with exercise and merriment. The girls are home, and pie warms in the oven. These clear days open up our horizon. Chickadees dart from the apple tree.

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow…

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

– Wallace Stevens


Backyard Skiing in Woodbury, Vermont

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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3 Responses to Sunny Sunday on Skis

  1. Looks (and sounds) magical – I’ll be right up!

  2. Rachel says:

    I love that poem! We had our first nice snow this morning, it does make things more lovely.

  3. At the moment, things are pretty darn magical – haze over moon – hot wood stove – but at the end of snowed-in day sometimes things take a slightly different bend in the magical realm….. 🙂 Hope you’re all well in your worlds tonight.

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