Chalet homes,
Snow bent branches,
Crowded – but quiet,
White haven nearby.
Warm and golden
Ski hill lights.
Or is that a Christmas tree
In the sky?
Through the low clouds
To the blue,
We watch (from our room)
The mountain tram fly.
Snowflakes
On the car window.
Or crystallized tears
As we say goodbye?
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