Faux Frost: Dropping into the woods on a snowy evening

Though not a trail, I think I know
that its within the boundary though
so even if they see me here
These woods have snow where i may go.

My crusing wife must think it queer
to venture off with no trail near
The corduroy I will forsake
For the dark woods I do hold dear

She gives her head a litte shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are powdery steep and deep
but promises us pop pop and leap
and ample adrenaline to reap
and ample adrenaline to reap