Screeching Skis
by Derek Alumbaugh
Swoosh of fresh powder
Wind howling through the trees
Screeching skis over rock
Shimmering fresh powder
Bright sunlight reflecting metal edges
Immense cliff hurtling towards me like a speeding cheetah
I am suspended above untracked powder
Feeling weightless, soaring through the snow
Biting powder rocketing into my face
Wind piercing through my coat
The sickly feeling in my gut as gravity pulls me back to earth |
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Ice
by Bergen Patterson
I hear slashing dirt sliding into the water
I see fish racing under me as I sit in the cold black river
I feel more and more ice hit me as I slowly melt
I am a piece of ice
I am round with sharp edges freezing cold
I am laying on the water as I float down the freezing rigid
river
Wednesday, 2:30 pm
The sun shines like a light bulb
Over winter I froze and flowed down the river to
Where I am now |
