Winter Months

In the Northwest
For nearly four months
A gray ceiling
Fills the short hours
Of daylight

Clouds linger-
Not always, but often
Days are filled with rain

Away from the clamor of the city
Grey skies and cement
I retreat to
The nearby mountains
Where fresh snow beckons

My headlamp shimmers through
Silent falling snow
Filling the tracks that shadow

The effort to break trail becomes euphoric
My skis glide harmonious
With each breath

My mind drifts
Dreaming of the wonders
Of Wintertime