snow white smiles

pine boughs, needles, cones
snow, a foggy white blanket
smiles back as I ride

standing and flying

90 p.s.i.,
clean chain, new crank, silent ride.
Seagulls stand on ice.

why I cry

zephyr full of ice
sunlit bright hits my eyes at
twenty miles an hour

As ice

tape blocks helmet vents:
clear, shiny, brittle, as ice
forms bright in my beard

My Scalp at 20 Degrees

Drum skin tight, aching
ice, creaking, cracking, snapping;
melts in the shower