sledding

sledding

Icing of snow now turning to rain, making slick my sled run

Yesterday the twenty inches of snow had diminished by one third

my high rubber boots now  tall enough to not be swamped

I tramped the hill over and over to make a passable track

and only managed two fair rides, with dogs frantic at my side

fearful their person was at risk, they nearly spoiled my joy.
Since the track was more a bob sled trail

the barking was at my ears, I nearly ran over paws,

my guardians fierce and obdurate.

Today I may leave them inside. But then my fun

might be swallowed by acres of snow and sticks of pines;
who would hear my shrieks or witness my run?
Who lick my face awake if I crashed?