On February 12, 2020

Valentine’s ode to a ski bum couple

By Merisa Sherman

May your days be filled with powder,

and mountains, and snow.

May you find joy and happiness

wherever it is your skis may go.

May you make warmth for each other

when you are stuck on the lift.

May you always give and receive skis,

as a time treasured gift.

May you help the other to smile,

when the last run has made them frown.

May you find joy in earning your turns as well as ripping them on the way down.

May you find freedom in the spaces

rather than stare blindly at the trees.

May you find grace on the mountain

and always dance on your skis.

May you remember to do laundry

during the big powder week.

May you take the time to cherish nature

when into the woods you go to sneak.

May you find a way to compromise

when one goes left, the other skis right.

May you never be the couple in the liftline

having that super huge annoying fight.

May you laugh right out loud

at the other’s super big yard sale.

May you find a smile years later

when once again you
hear the tale.

May you help each other up

when you are stuck
in deep powder.

May you show the other you love them

each and every single hour.

May you find peace with each other,

when you can no longer ski.

May you make memories in these mountains

and may your love set you free.

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