World Of White Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Winter's breath is on the trees;
fingers of ice have replaced the leaves
when he takes to the hills to venture about
in its frozen beauty before it all thaws out.
A flurry of snowflakes from on high
makes him turn his face up to the sky;
invite the crystals to rest on his tongue
before he grabs his board for a first downhill run.
It's the world he loves so well and it shows.
There in all those blankets of snow
earth has given herself to slumber and rest
but he comes alive in the season he loves best.