as we travel the ridgeline

the red shimmersheen
of the prickly pear chocolates
and the purple shimmersheen
of the lemon heart-shaped chocolates
in the bright sun spilling in
on this -10 degree day
the particular heartbreak
of the whine of cat outside the door
on a -10 degree day

the snow lining the roads pink from sunset
whose colors wrap 360 degrees around us
as we travel the ridgeline
to offerdahl road
and turn at the intersection that will always be remembered
as the place where we saw the fox that one night
(similar to the lemon cake turn on the ride home)
def leppard, motley crue playing on the community radio station
while i draw grids with a rule
marking out the days of each month
of the upcoming year