A friend sends our poet Colin Hopkirk a photograph which displays the beauty of the high Austrian Alps in winter. Here in Essex today, in February, on Day 805 of the Daily Poems, the skies are leaden. No snow, no skilanglauf. One can but dream …
Skilanglaufen
Michael Grosse sends me
a photograph.
High in the Austrian alps,
ski tracks cross
over deep snow.
Michael looks
over his shoulder
at the camera,
beaming.
Brightest sunlight,
clearest blue sky.
I am guessing
the air feels cold
and clean.
Colin Hopkirk