Saturday, April 13, 2013


the spell is broken
the curse has lifted
a touch of frost still lurks
maybe a wild rouge snow

leaden slabs, quick to dull even the best hone
but so forgiving when it's right 

the chill air brings quick relief after the scrub

practice comes easy, the lines are laid

and a long lost friend joins the party

a week of hours here and there

why waste good planks

yet another feline seal of approval