Snow

She slid down the curvaceous mountain,

trailing her hand in the snow,

until the toboggan came to rest

at the foothills.

Looking up,

she traced the steady trail

where the sled has passed,

cutting a line down the slope.

There is darkness in the ultra-white

of the snow, hidden between sparkles of light.

High up in the sky, the sun arches

its trajectory like a slow yawn,

spreading out its expression over the whole face.

Together the sun and sparkles shine

and questions happy to remain questions

dance between them.