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Issue #106, February 11-13, 2005, Margy's Hut, Colorado. Additional haiku by Brian Montgomery and David Teitler.




discussing ski gear
at Lenado trailhead
frosty silence abounds

crowing about gear
enthusiastic prelude
to snow adventure




poised for a snowstorm
an expectant forest
slumbers peacefully

recording haiku
analog and digital
direct from the source




last autumn's leaves
revealed in february
on south-facing slope

familiar bells
of maroon variety
off in the distance




all about the gear
four boys excited
the start of the trip

a hundred bucks on each foot




three little birds chirping
maybe four
i don't know
could be a hundred

i have decided
easier to speak haiku
than it is to write




we ski on by
a host of corporate scams
and a house of cards

the mushroom of growth
surely not to be found
here in the forest




a whiff of coffee
emanating from my pack
mingles with pine sap

while i toss and turn
she, of goddess enchantment,
dreams next to me




blessed with pure silence
forest retains dignity
watching, listening

as the day wears on
snow falls on top of snow
white upon white




Mike: 8 turns man...
Dave: 8?
Mike: Well, I don't know..I mean just...
Dave: I think 14 or 15..
Mike: it's a lot of work, though, Dave
Dave: Yeah, but...
MIke: I don't know.. first time i've ever done this.
Brian: You are doing good - just gotta get dialed a little better- feet,
comfort, you know, you could get big fatter skis...
Mike: but these are nice...

savor the moment
brian calls for reverence
before we move on




white on white
don't go back
winter nectar

frozen back country
reveals playful aspect
delicate hoodoos




amongst conifers
and their reproductive cones
i pass in silence

wind blowing over
conifer pine tree tops
alone in the forest




snowing steadily
oceans of fat white crystals
landing on my skis




older man tells jokes
somewhat tasteless but funny
laughs at own punch line




if it's that good
can't last long
notions of telemark skiing
20 seconds to the bottom
20 minutes up




the last five inches
brightly illuminated
in the morning's sun




fat flake on bald head
midnight storm brings five inches
i scurry to the loo




peacefully skiing
in track left by snowmobile
only silence now
and the wind under my hat
the distant peaks
etched in sunlight
against aqua-blue sky
big change from the
gray, snowy environment we were in
for the last two days




the slight hesitation of cloud cover -
the reticence of a heavy sky -
the brilliance of orange and yellow brambles -
the thin layer of sun-warmed ice -
the twenty turns downhill and
the two hundred feet back up -
the quick beating of the heart -
the lactose in the legs -
the friends that wait back in
the hut to make dinner -




snowmobile guide
smoking cigarette
hauling case of beer




jet flying above
snowmobiles rush beside
lingering exhaust




a cacophony
of brambles in johnson creek
meet overcast sky




an invisible hand
sun-peeled layers of snow
on south-facing slope




talking about chi
the life force we were born with
and how long it lasts




still talking money
into the midst of sparrows
comes our discussion




we ski past a mortgage
and a few mutual bonds
instruments of finance
while the forest looks on




concerned in our mind
about the economy
financial collapse?




silent
in between talking friends
and slow-skiing friend




it would be so cool!
all those possibilities
listening to brian




transfixed
by my own motion
kicking and gliding




approaching snowstorm
from cozy window of hut
mountains now obscured




my friend michael
swollen feet and blistered bones
cutting his his insoles




glistening, sliding
rocky mountain snowsealing
rare activity




in colorado
talking about canada
and the good skiing there




my buddies, behind
lacking the proper wax
skins off, on, off, on...




peeing in outhouse
woodpecker breaks the silence
first light on far peak




all about uma
yesterday's trip log reflects
stories in haiku




why do we ski?
this pristine environment
always renewed




conditions - extreme
equipment - serene
loving the weather




it is enough
to arrive at a hut
after a long day of skiing
and hauling the pack
to feel grounded
in that moment
it is not necessary
to talk of other trips
other adventures
places i have yet to go
those times might come
but in the meantime
i am present, at attention
engaged with my surroundings




the hut rotation
people arrive, people leave
the forest watches




strangers become friends
common denominator
a hut in the woods




so transitory
an instant community
we are all part of




It was meant to be
and we thank the universe
I see more now than before

Silence snow abounds
At the apex we admire
Blank canvass express






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