“Asgard’s Door” by Jack Kimball

Awake! Silent pearls have fallen in the night,
  - as cast by gentle angels from the sky.
Rise! Rise upon the powdered blanket white,
  - and bind your wings—prepare to fly. 

For day awakes in crystal heaven blue;
  - and time awaits on virgin snow.
The air commands.  It’s clean, and cold, and true;
  - Muir’s mountains call and you must go. 

You’ll dance to laughing clouds a fine ballet,
- hold arms with freedom as you soar!
You’ll tease the sun while riding wind as play, 
- be hailed by Ullr at Asgard’s door,
and live the dream with winter’s god, some say,
- and rise to ski for evermore.