From the mountains
she got her name,
from their life
her soul it came.
She encountered the power
between a mountain and a board
and forever was changed
by this sport she soon adored
When her heart and her head
work as one,
and the sound of snow
carving fill her ears each run.
She feels the beat of her heart
purposeful and
comfortable,
under her coat
away through the day
she seems to float.
Cold, but all together burning
with the passion and emotion
flowing and returning
Feet dangling
body covered from head to toe
anticipating the slope
as she glides
across powder and snow
She knows,
her heart
full to the brim,
her bodies movements
stretching her muscles,
in a high, she swims.
Sight transformed
a new beauty perceived,
as snowflakes fall
and disappear into a white sea.
Chill on her skin
nothing but a grin
curving and drawing lines
from where she's been.
heart open,
soul at home,
the mountain alone
is a place
where her peace
is known.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
From the mountains
she got her name,
from their life
her soul it came.
She encountered the power
between a mountain and a board
and forever was changed
by this sport she soon adored
When her heart and her head
work as one,
and the sound of snow
carving fill her ears each run.
She feels the beat of her heart
purposeful and
comfortable,
under her coat
away through the day
she seems to float.
Cold, but all together burning
with the passion and emotion
flowing and returning
Feet dangling
body covered from head to toe
anticipating the slope
as she glides
across powder and snow
She knows,
her heart
full to the brim,
her bodies movements
stretching her muscles,
in a high, she swims.
Sight transformed
a new beauty perceived,
as snowflakes fall
and disappear into a white sea.
Chill on her skin
nothing but a grin
curving and drawing lines
from where she's been.
heart open,
soul at home,
the mountain alone
is a place
where her peace
is known.