Slippery Slope Steven Shamah
The cold crisp air against my face The beautiful snowfall landing all around me Menacing mountains looming in the distance In front of me is what looks like inevitable doom The snow covered, steep slope approaching On the bottom I enter the rising ski lift My heart is pounding like a drum Trying to escape my warm chest I look down seeing skiers zip past me like the speed of light. I slowly approach the top At the top, the powerful nature humbles me It makes me feel like a small snowflake My hands are sweating in the warm gloves Scared to the bone, as I slowly creep up to the slope My legs and hands are shaking out of fear
92 ~ Snow