Ah, Winter

A poem in Decastich form (basically any poem or stanza containing 10 lines).

Wobbly, cautiously, panicky, hesitatingly,
skis edge forward, slowly, tentatively, uncertain.
Icy beads of sweat defy frozen air and drip earthward.
Cozy fire in lodge beckons, "come back. Come back."
Voice somewhere down deep says, "Do it! Don't be a sissy."
Others watch. "Do it." "Go for it." Taunting chants, cheers.
Strangers? No such luck. Friends, family. Fiance. Fans?
Eyes closed (probably not a good idea), I lunge, plunge, flail.
Wind rushes, whooshes, smacks across face. Wind seems to howl.
Somewhere a tropic beach lies waiting, just for me. If I live.