The Visage of Winter

By: Goo (Gregory Heil)
Written: October 2005

One day
the scrape of metal edges
over a slope of glazed ice,
and the roar of the lift
as it tirelessly ascends the mountain.

The next day
unutterable silence
of sparkling-white, untracked powder
below the outstretched arms of the native inhabitants,
which are adorned with priceless jewelry of white.