Hope's Slope, From Flash No.52 Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hope's Slope


On Hope’s Peak, we wend our way
through powdered paradise,
gleaming smiles in sun’s warmth.

Cutting fresh tracks, we

slow

the

pace

down …

just long enough to enjoy
Nan’s lunch at her “Heavenly Hut”
high in the clouds.

We can almost touch

His

nebulosity

overhead --

embracing the might of this
wondrous slope before us.

Lofty, emerald pines shroud the
terrain just out of reach, the city beyond --
we realize time’s passing and tepidly

wave

goodbye.

Humbly trodden paths
of this fantastic forest
reveal the way home;
we compliment sun’s

descent

toward

dusk.

Jamie slides to an abrupt stop:
ski shop owner Hope lays injured…

“Just - one - slalom…
Rescue? Ski Patrol?” her words
barely audible,

trail off.

“Once - a long time ago, friend.”
Their eyes say so much more.

I wend my way through
powder’s hell-fire,
hoping upon life’s hands
I make it back before

Hope

and

time

surrender.

Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter

[JaxMyth]

Lori,

Enjoyed in the main with a couple of nits.

On Hope’s Peak, we wend our way ('wend our way' is a little tired)
through powdered paradise,
gleaming smiles in (the) sun’s warmth.

and I agree with Sylvia on the use of 'ball' boll may be safer and more apposite except at a reading *smile*

Regards,

Jax