The sky - a film of white upon shadow
hovering sadly over darkened landscape.
We travel amud clogged roadside
edged by winters naked skinny hedges.
Fields heavy with yesterdays rain
puddle morosely like tear-soaked tissue.
A group of blackened trees huddle darkly,
spread, spindly fingers scratching the skyline.
A freckling of birds dip and climb,
like flecks of soot in the rising mist.
A mood engulfs us upon this journey
like a a melancholyblanket from above.
As if the sun has forgotten us here,
and the day dipped its brush in night.