snow biking

Why not?

 

I seem to be on an e e cummings kick,

collaborating on these lines:

 

what if a keen of a lean wind flays

screaming hills with sleet and snow:

cloaks valleys in deepening fleece

and covers the creek in white trousseau?

Blow seeing to blind, blow day to night

(blow sleep to waking and soul to mind)

whose hearts are mountains, and roots are trees,

it's they shall cry -- ah spring! in time

Done