the day that
sunshine changesit's only 7:32 am on a bus ride to
school
with his blank stares, empty eyes
glasses covering his
sorrow-filled heart
(even though the glass is transparent)
and
the depths of his heart can be seen through the lens…
his
beard growing slowly shows
all of the years that have passed him
by
with hands on the wheel, he drives faster
forgetting the
place in which he is…
he's alone in his rearview
mirror,
melting away just like the snow around him,
and the
orange leaves of yesterday
become hidden beneath the browning
decay
another season gone, another one that passed him by.
and
the wheels methodically turn
into the school's parking lot…
with
his children gone, he leaves this place, too
the place in which he
was apart of just yesteryear
at least that's how it seemed…
all
the sounds from his tires,
lull his thoughts into winter
hibernation…
he is lifeless, he is inanimate…
wondering how
everything changed…
the vacant swing by the corner of the
street,
watches tears fall down his eyes remembering
his only
freedom from years prior
now the bondage to his past life.
and
the traffic-clogged roads on billboard filled streets
further
along on his journey are just the beginning
of the coming season
of Christmas trees
and iridescent ornaments shining in the
reflection
of white strings of lights in black nighttime
skies.
and it's seasons like this (winter) that produce the
days where
the sunshine changes.