POEM BY JACK KIMBALL

PHOTOS BY KAREN BOSSICK

Awake! Silent pearls have fallen in the night,

  - as cast by gentle angels from the sky.

Rise! Rise upon the powdered blanket white,

  - and bind your wings; prepare to fly. 

For day awakes in crystal heaven blue;

  - and time awaits on virgin snow.

The air commands.  It’s clean, and cold, and true;

  - Muir’s mountains call and you must go. 

You’ll dance to laughing clouds a fine ballet,

- hold arms with freedom as you soar!

You’ll tease the sun while riding wind as play, 

- be hailed by Ullr at Asgard’s door,

and live the dream with winter’s god, some say,

- and rise to ski for evermore.

Editor’s Note: Jack Kimball is a Ketchum resident who, obviously, thrills to skiing on Sun Valley Resort’s Bald Mountain.