a seconding visit
siring silky ice.
Adrift between aurora and dusk,
the morning’s gold attempts to boost winter’s frosted eminence
up — out of the way.
But budge it won’t;
to my delight.
Shards of glacial air penetrate this
tempered soul on the blackened lane.
the car pirouettes on the road’s frozen crown
in a moment so chaste;
the gyration’s embrace met not by a worried ditch,
but moment draped indigo-white in adrenalin’s rush.