Sepia image of snow
on shallow roofs of chalets
echoed in the sharper peaks beyond.
Skiers smile, ready for the toil
to take them up to powder.
Young without exception,
they have a lifetime to slip
smoothly into the future.
No high-tech gear to ease the way
or groomed hills to simplify,
theirs is the pioneer route,
original, untrammeled trails
feeling like the end of the earth
in its silence.
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