We prayed for snow,
Slept with spoons under our pillows,
And watched jealously as snow
Blanketed cities to the north
And the south.
We never skiied the headwall
Or in the back bowls.
We never had one honest snowstorm
Or a single powder day
Or even a day in the woods.
It was nearly 60 degrees today.
The snow on the mountain was melting.
People were skiing in tee shirts
Two women were skiing in bathing suits.
We would have had a grill in the parking lot,
And made it a real spring ski day,
If we hadn’t had to get back to work in the afternoon.