Twilight Trails in the Mountain's Hush

In the mountain's gentle cradle, where the quiet pines do play,
Under sun’s retiring light, the snowscape dons the cloak of day.
Skis carve silent paths with grace, in turns of silent might,
While nature’s hushed and whispered tones, slip into alpine night.

In the caress of solitude, where chill and vision fuse,
A waltz of shadows, light, and spark, the lonely path I choose.
Trails stretch out to touch my dreams, they reach with fading light,
As day's last rays tug soft at seams, and coax the coming night.

Soft is the swish of skis in eve, a sound that’s crisp and clear,
Where solitude weaves glistening threads, and night time soon draws near.
The whispering woods, with winter's breath, in reverence do gleam,
Guarding quiet so profound, it's like a living dream.

Cross-tracks of ski and shoe weave tales that nature holds untold,
Of cycles old as time itself, of secrets bold and bold.
Now silence and the frost hold sway, on branches laid so tall,
In winter’s firm and icy keep, they make their solemn call.

Each rise and fall, through valleys deep, where frosty breaths are drawn,
The rhythm of the body's toil at peace with coming dawn.
In silent woods where time may rest, and every step's a guide,
Memory stirs the heart to test, as love and joy collide.

Amidst the hush of nature’s realm, where thought and time entwine,
Each stride's a deep meditation, in solitude's design.
The air, so crisp, embraces all, with heartbeat steady, sure,
In this grand expanse, life’s puzzle known, feels suddenly secure.

The glide of skis, like life’s own course, relentless in its pace,
Yet in these woods, I find a calm, a much more tranquil space.
Here, the soul can wander, rise, in depth of thought delve,
Reflecting on the life mosaic, in quiet moments held.

With each hill conquered, breaths that cloud, the body’s labor shown,
The spirit soars above the fray, in these woods alone.
Where futures past and present meet, in silent, snowy stride,
The heart recalls the warmth of love, as joys within abide.

May mountain’s grace stay ever true, through time's relentless shade,
Its spirit free as bird in song, on trails of memory made.
With paths that wind and ever go, where true hearts long to be,
We find our peace in twilight's glow, as we ski into the sea.

This forest’s heart, in solitude, spins serenity around,
In twilight's gentle threads we’re wrapped, with retiring sun we’re bound.
As day gives way to starry night, in flight of splendor bright,
We hold to moments, oh so slight, as we ski into the night.

This journey’s arc, through forests stark, beneath the sky so wide,
Brings gratitude for quiet times, life’s memories beside.
The play of children in the field, the smile of love once known,
Success at last after the toil, in quiet thought now shown.

And in this moment, pause we here, ‘neath evening’s gentle sheen,
To honor Frost’s own silent woods, serene and so serene.