Jose Trejo lives and writes in Baldwin Park, California. 

Winters Breeze
By Jose Trejo

Red ochre sky
lightning in the eyes.
Time doesn’t elapse
the same: now its

Matlactli Cozcacuauhtli Izcalli Ome Tochtli
The pen scars
what you’re thinking.
Tonalpohualli

Ten means
you have reached clairvoyance:
Aguila de Collar is reach old-age/sage
Xolotl el gemelo precioso de Quetzalcoatl.

Izcalli means the 18th and last
Xiuhpohualli –Solar Count of Resurgence.
Tlalnantzin the earth
that holds you.

All our grandparents too.
I am Etznab/
Tecpatl/
Pedernal/
Flint/
Light
Jaguars tread
upon forest of sight.
As at this moment:

shard moon faint
next to Venus.
Stars pulsate
in skin tone–tundra.

See the ink flow
pen breathing.
I cut all the 405
Elements & Spirits:

got all my ancestors with me.