I wrote this on a drive from Spokane to Seattle this last December. I like it, but don’t know where it’s going. Maybe I’ll add to it, maybe I won’t. It’s simple, and I don’t want to play with it too much.
The fog, in shades of amethyst and sapphire,
Be-gemmed the winter-naked skeletons
Known once as trees,
The nape of each drawn close around
With frosty shrubs in icy hues.