North from the I-40 Bridge
Feeling the air against my face
Wintry whispers wishing for snow
Which we won’t see…
Just smell it in the wind.
Cottonwoods, reaching their bare arms into the sky
Dark against the sharp blue
Here and there
The signs of the big bosque fire from a few summers ago
Darkened trees, never to grow again
Stand sentinel in eerie reminder.
To the mountains
Dark blue standing in sharp profile to the clear azure sky.
Brightly colored balloons fill the sky
Declaring their freedom from earthly bounds
With a rush of burners.
With a sigh
I return to my car