A Poem by Steven Craig Tull
blanketed white over
the jagged peaks
surrounding me as I
stood
in this vast open bowl
speckled with sticks
of evergreen.
As the magical faces of white
floated by the blue
sea above,
Fantasy’s fact reflected
from the painting
As I glided toward it’s edge.
Everthing was swirling around
inside as my poles
sank into the cold fluffy
cloud
pushing me down
Falling into it’s existance
gaining speed
I flew from side to side
zigzagging down in a
flowing rhythym
as the white powder
sprayed
up over engulfing me
Darkness covered my eyes
my body braced to absorb
its shock
as I sprang with the
motion
bursting through its
hold
soring into the light,
Free again
Year unknown