more than two decades of ski writing, ski teaching, and ski publishing by Lito Tejada-Flores

Ski Writing

          Skiing as Poetry

             ta reader writes. . . .


A longtime reader of this site sent me the following note and a couple of poems that I really liked, and am delighted to share here


"Hi Lito, I'm no kind of poet, but I got a little inspired this week on my first day out - here are a couple of poems, just for fun.

Regards, Jon Dhuse."


I beg to differ, Jon. Looks like you are a poet, and perhaps we all are. There is a lot of poetry in a perfect turn, a clearing storm, a snow peak. But not everyone can put it into words. You did. Thanks!















Haiku, Ski Palette


Green-brown firs, Blue sky

Black mountain rocks, pure White snow

Daubs of bright colors



First Run of the Season


One month before:

Brrr, chilly this morning… The car says “Freeze Warning”

(Winter is on its way.)

At work, calendar scan – middle of December:

Two days of meetings near Sacramento.

(Hmmm, I wonder if there will be snow? How far to Tahoe?)


Three weeks before:

Busy, busy with work and life.

(Who has snow? Who’s getting snow?)

Heavenly – they’re making it, Squaw – not much yet.

Ahhh, Kirkwood – just the spot for early season


Two Weeks before:

How’s the snow? How’s the snow?

Check the weather forecast every day.

(An obsession of anticipation.)


The night before – at the slope:

Toss – Can’t sleep!

Turn – Will I remember how?

Toss – Listen to the snow guns thunder!

Turn – Is it time to get up, yet?

(Like a kid – the night before Christmas.)


The morning before:

Get up – quick shower – grab a little breakfast.

(Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!)

Slide on, buckle up, zip it – clump to the lift, click in.

(Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!)

Stay calm, enjoy the ride, tips up – don’t lose it now.

(Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!)


At the edge:

Can I still? Will I?

“Flatten skis to the snow, seek the fall line”