Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Driving the day

Driving the day is a dream:

Invariably dressed for company,
Its wares on proud display
Travellers and tourists together alike
Are welcomed by the day

But not by the night...

The night sends trespassers packing,
Wanting to be left alone

Its large lands looming 
Like a bad bruise brewing
The light sky succumbs
For those darker souls and soils to stew

And trucks take charge of traffic
Corralling cars like little lost sheep
Darting into tidy queues
Frightened eyes blinking
Puny horns baa-baa-beep 

As Venus watches, warns and waits, like -  
A tiny ray of day.

1 comment:

  1. 'Invariably dressed for company' - very good