Blue Moon

Blue moon,

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.

Day-demands suspended,

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.