A Winter Night’s Enchantment

Starry Slopes

Beneath a Van Gogh sky ablaze, With stars that dance and moonlight’s grace, Missoula sleeps, a winter’s dream, But restless souls on snowbanks gleam.

Down slopes they streak, in vibrant flight, A rainbow’s crash on snowy light, Across the frosted canvas laid, A symphony of curves displayed.

Each curving line, a brushstroke bold, Their laughter echoing, tales untold, As pine trees stand, like watchful guards, Their secrets whisper in the wards.

A twisty shape, a gnarled embrace, Reflects the moon’s ethereal face, A Van Gogh echo, whispered here, In strokes of paint, and shadows near.

The cozy lodge, a beacon bright, Calls weary bones to firelight, Where stories bloom and laughter thrives, Beneath the moonlit, cosmic drives.

So glide they on, through painted night, A fusion spun of joy and might, Where sports and art in beauty meet, In Missoula’s starlit winter seat.

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