Reed Ski Cabin Poem

Ye Olde Ski Cabin,

Ye meditation on life perched

on a hillside of snow and splinter;

Between the windowed ice plains outside
unwritten by future snowball fights,

rising to the distant blue mountain peaks

of yet undemonstrated potential;

And the antique rose fire in the stove

drying childhood's mismatched socks,
burning the logs of lessons learned
into orange coals of last year's love;

Is the gentle nudge of present perfection in

the warmth of old books, dogs, marshmallows,

blankets, poker, out-of-tune guitars,

friends, and a room full of laughter.

jan 14th updated oct 25