Some words for the week

frost on a cracked windshield

diamond shine before melting

dripping into the wind

as I drive through the forest

still wearing my coat

seeing my breathing

hanging outside of time

in the air in front of my face

and all the ponds I pass

are frozen over

the hillside meadows

pallets of blushed yellow

and dry winter brown

the scattered snow

settled on game trail

cut zigzagged

through dead grass

and the sun seems

just a suggestion of heat

the tree shade

and mountain shadows

eating up the light

and I turn on my heated seat

and though I travel alone

I turn on the one

for the passenger seat too

because I’m thinking of you

and whenever you’ll be

next to me again

I want you to be warm

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