After ski

Wet woollen socks

in plastic shoes

smells like lamb

Lazy stars in sky

in evening before night

Stars of snow

in your hair

Beneath, the ground

white for ski to slide on

In daytime

And the sun

make it become glimmering

Sunglasses

No need for them

when the night

lays his quilt

I can see your eyes

shooting light in the starry night

while you are looking

at me

I watch you too

No need for watch

when the time stands still

Still in your arms

No need for arms

No warrior now needed

No worries

Calm

Breath

wood

snow

Air

How I treasure this