Whispers of Winter

As skiers glide down my face

I welcome them with fresh snow

They hurry down steep slopes at a fast pace

Their laughs fill the air into the windy blow

As they travel from peak to base

They trace their trail

Doing it with the uttermost detail

Most of the time they are successful

But forgetting to be careful

Too soon the season is ending

Rocks and boulders starting to appear

Skiers begin to unmount

The birds begin to chirp with cheer

Skiers leaving back to towns

Leaving behind the snowy expanse

The mountain now finds a peaceful trance 

No more laughter, no more cheers,

Only the sound of nature's gears