MAGIC WORDS

by

J. Friedberg

A foot of Powder

Fell last night.

At

dawn

The sky was blue,

All else was white.

Looking back up Sugar Bowl's Mt. Disney

The chairlift up

was WAY TOO slow

As acres and acres of untouched snow

trundled below.

Virginal powder!

Magical power!

Restoking our darkest hours

...But we mustn't linger...

Because

A foot of powder

can turn Serious

as a

cement

coffin

When you're

stuck in it.

And the cold can drain.

and the

night

will come

again.