Cascade

by admin

Whose rocks are these I think I know.
My chalet in the ville below;
We will not stop the traverse here
To watch our turns retread with snow.

Our guide must watch, and think and steer
No stop without a decent line near
Between the piste and frozen ice
The brighest day within in our year.

We give our harness lines a shake
To make sure quick and no mistake
As only we can move and take
Through delicate wind and lofty flake.

The space so lovely dark and deep
Because of many friends to keep
And breaks to find before I leap
And turns to carve before I sleep.

Tinges, FR. – March, 2019

Hat Tip – Robert Frost “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”