Passenger (poetry)

I love to be a passenger
Sitting in the car, watching
The landscape slide by
So many stories live
In small villages and
Long patches of farmland
Dappled with farms
Some new, some long abandoned

I love to see the sun
Play through the sharp
Edges of leafless trees
The earth, hidden from
All the cold to come
Suddenly becomes hopeful
As rain-drenched grass
Becomes bright green

And then, before I can process
The amazing beauty that is
Earth at play with sky
The sun gives me another view
Bright light as in the distance
Dark grey stripes tell of rain
That will fall on us, somewhere
In the distance await adventures

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