scraping away
another thin coat
of frost on the truck

up too early
thin as six o'clock
the crescent moon

vista of birch
white shimmering yellow
a harvest of colour

my eyes fluttered shut
as the darkness
shuttered up my spine

the suspension
air, mirrors and blind spots
flashing passes

* * *

abruptly
turning into
a grip of gravel

* * *

a full embrace
love, safety, and slow
the weight of brakes

no fire tonight
as cold as the forest
inside my house