two in a row

 skiing 

 again

 keeps me feeling

 right in the head

 centered and grounded

 alive and tingly 

 but on this overcast late afternoon,

almost evening

 wendy took off for a little bit into the woods

just ran off, the brat

 her selective deafness annoying

 but oh, her love of the snow

the trees

the excitement of smells

traces of rabbit, deer, grouse

and three young runners 

who were unable to rid themselves of her

until one of them, wise in the way of dogs,

broke a stick and threw it back towards me

and then she remembered 

i ski with her, not these cute boys!

 another hermitage

 is slowly sinking into

the forest floor

 someone had a bottle

 and roofed over the a frame

with feed bags, then brush

and here is an enameled metal object

that i may try to salvage

next time?