winter lament

I don’t ski or snowboard anymore.
Time has taken its toll on my knees
and the mountain is just too unforgiving.

But if I had my way,
I’d be flying down those slopes,
with my goggles fogged and my breath
stolen by furious flurries of precious white gold.

Instead, I sit by a cozy fire,
my bones covered by a wool blanket,
my dreams tied to the frost outside.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

 

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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2 Responses to winter lament

  1. mamta says:

    i am glad you wrote a poem about aging. 🙂

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