Remembering You
by Maxine Kumin
Skiing the mountain alone
on a day of difficult moods
with snowflakes of rottenstone
at the liverish altitudes
and the bones of the birches pale
as milk and the humpbacked spine
of an untouched downhill trail
turned suddenly serpentine
a day comes into my head
when we rose by aerial tram
bubbles strung on a thread
of a mobile diagram
rose to the mountain’s crest
on a day of electric blue
and how, my enthusiast,
I made the descent with you,
the beautiful greed of our run
taken on edge, tiptoe
with a generous spill of sun
on the toytown roofs below
as on powder side by side
running lightly and well
we lipped and took the untried
easily parallel.