OUR CATEGORY : Jeananne Kathol Kirwin

Through Rose-Coloured Goggles

Above the winter-worn lodgepole pines Whose indigo shadows dapple the bright whiteness, We soar in the lift Toward the heavens so Drenched, their blueness might drip. Numb toes, frost-nipped fingertips, Wind whooshing in our ears, whir Of pulleys, the give of crisp snow under skis. I gaze upward through rose-coloured goggles Toward splayed red rays. […]