frozen fingers struggle to capture,
the trees pressed against the sky.
golden orange swiftly says goodbye.
dusk is replaced with darkness.
the dainty blue sky is still.
while the moon lies blissfully alone.
the branches struggle to grip their leaves
their remaining scent
leaves me with a sense of wonder
rushing past,
like fractured memories
my mind cannot keep up.
that is beside me,
but now I look ahead.
the sherbert sky
makes the perfect canvas
as the headlights flicker on,
the road seems to be unending.