POEM AND PHOTO BY JEAN ENERSEN
Gliding through tracks
carved in deep piles of dry, glistening snow.
Snow looks like a field of tiny diamonds.
Passing along the river that’s filled with big rocks.
The rocks are covered with snow
to look like sleeping polar bears.
On the aspen branches there are a million puffballs of snow,
a crop so vast it could be southern cotton fields.
A small bird flits by.
It chirps, “spring?”
The sky is a blue ocean, filled with fluffy white clouds floating through.
And there’s a huge yellow ball in the middle of it all...a sparkling corona around it.
That sparkling sun blesses Lake Creek.
Roll on great creek, roll on.
My smile is wider than the river.