A Winter's Drive

To drive through

the painting

is such a privilege

the frost glistening on the grass

winking like diamonds

as I pass

by

the sunrise playing

indecisively with the color palate

greys

greens

oranges

reds
blues

first in one order

then suddenly reversing

just for fun

the colors waltz
across the sky

I do not wonder why

I simply sit

in my seat & enjoy

the show

as I drive ever onward

by b.e. noll