Changes

Changes

The warm sun glistens through the bus blinding my eyes
for those moments as we drive over the icy roads of a
cold January morning. The sparkling lusters warming my skin consoling the chill that sweeps profoundly upon me

Dark clouds move in over the pale blue sky covering
the suns warming gaze, darkening the atmosphere with a torrential blaze. The air grows cold to correspond  the wind
Downpour flows fast down drains like rivers bursting banks or flood barricades.

This season will come to past, like changes in the sea. Another blistered sky. Another faded memory.