View from the Car
lonely trees stand black against the heavy rolling clouds.
the bright lights of this passing quiet city challenge the grey world.
they speak of a brighter time.
falling rain obscures and distorts my view in this twisted metal hearse.
street lamps illuminate the earth bound rain drops.
they mirror the sun in her glory looking down on the world
but even the horizontal sun peeking out from behind her cold blanket seems
like the warm light slipping gently forth from the house by the road.
the wet grey road barriers compliment the oppressive air
a reminder of this dying season.
the vastness of the fall sky blinds my vision.