While driving along a rural road
Shadows spill across the road
as if trees have overturned
Dappling in the sunlight
a flickering strobe
I progress with humming speed
a willing wheel obeys my touch
The glass before my face glares
bright, then quickly dims again
It is warm; it is cool
It is mid-day, then nearly night
Scenery changes with its mood,
as I travel a grounded flight
thanks so much Lisa