blue and ice

 so i went for a ski

maybe the last one

no snow for skiing here,

but inside the blue line

there were a few new inches

 and this hag stone

formed of ice

and rock

she sat quietly and said

welcome, welcome

 and so i settled into the icy snow

 amazed by the cold cold forest

a little new snow

 and one large tree that said

turn back this time

listen.

(i have fallen here, 

badly sprained an ankle

a half mile in.)

and today, all ice and tired knees

i turned back.

a small ski is better 

far better

than none

leaving the woods 

for the foothills

where home calls me

and wendy says,

home, supper, please.

and then i made cookies.

come over! you see,

i have cookies!