Some words for the week

tree frost like sprayed crystal

frozen green pine needles

snow globed in sun shone ice

I work in the winter morning

my breath as thick as cloud

the forest silent

the pines perfectly straight

how can the world be so still

I wonder as I shovel

how can the sky

and the still showing half moon

hang like paintings

in the thawing air

cars pass on the road below

sloshing mountain melt into dirt

and the pines

are perfectly straight

pinstripes of grey bark

and cold ground

as the first bird I’ve seen today

cuts over some branches

and disappears

Alexander Shalom Joseph is a writer from Gilpin County. He is a published author. For more information and to subscribe to Alexander’s Newsletter go to alexandershalomjoseph.com