the trunks of these trees form columns the color of fresh brick.
\nthrough blank, glittering ice and snow clinging thickly to them,
\ni see black-green needles hanging limp under the weight.<\/p>\n
the earth wearing through on the slope,
\nrubbed raw by the bootsoles of heavy foot-traffic,
\nshows the color of georgia clay.
\nthis place is cold, but would surely be beautiful in summer.<\/p>\n
broad expanses of frozen mountain foothillsides
\nflash in the early afternoon sunlight.
\nthey seem closer, smaller and more easily conquered
\nin the young, bleaching glare.<\/p>\n
we climb a steepslick path smoothed to sheet ice
\nfrom powdersnow by continuous friction.
\nlater we will ski back down on our sneakers.
\nthere is nothing for us here or anywhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the trunks of these trees form columns the color of fresh brick. through blank, glittering ice and snow clinging thickly to them, i see black-green needles hanging limp under the weight. the earth wearing through on the slope, rubbed raw by the bootsoles of heavy foot-traffic, shows the color of georgia clay. this place is … <\/p>\n