Settling downward, the road’s early haze
Unable to see height of trees as I gaze
The world now shadowy, and dim, and shy
Seamless grey stretches across the chilled sky.
A lone truck waits ahead of a home
For quite some time, it has yearned to roam
But, abandoned, it has remained lost
With auburn paint flaking under scintillating frost
One future dawn, the truck just may
Ride down the street to its alluring conclusion
Like me, once I prepare to embark, begin,
But not today, this frigid day.