Friends lured me to the Alpine slopes
Where their chalet hangs half in the air
As if about to take a leap
And tumble through the stratosphere!
But not to worry, it stays put
Great wooden beams hold it in place
Giving it a rustic look
With cheerful curtains round its face.
Well designed, compact and neat
Its generous cellar stashed with wine
You reach it from a winding street
From the bus stop it is quite a climb!
It was summer when I made my trek
So flowers lay around not snow
Grasshoppers dive bombed, blooming ‘eck!
Even the crickets had a go!
In August this smart ski resort
Which nestles in a deep ravine
Seems empty, all its goods unbought
In December it’s a different scene.
For a week I lived in ‘Ferret four’
And gorged on Rösti, cheese and wine
With many mountains to explore
It must be fun in wintertime!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013