Old Valentine

Today I waxed each ski,
Then checked the bindings,

The fit of old brown boots.

I pushed off on poles

Strong like your memory.

Powder sprayed white.

I saw fresh deer sign

And two brown doves.

I am flushed from my skiing

And the solace of their singing.

Accept this valentine,

A verse for you from me.

Now I tour country fields,

Steel sky and bare trees.

The wind takes my heart.

But deer will always feed

And always will run free.

Birds will sing for me, for you,

And for each other.

Always, always, this will be.