in this morning altitude,
purple gelatin light under icy glass,
the sky meets a blizzard’s worth of snow on the western hills,
a black bruise of jagged trees dividing,
sentinels in the cold.
a shining planet on a lavender blanket,
orange and warm jewel,
as purple ripens to blue.
at this distance,
with these eyes,
sometimes, i forget,
sometimes,
i regret
that you can’t see
what i see.