Changes

Darkness in the daytime

somehow suits my mood

Frozen anger from the clouds

pelt sore and tender skin

bone grinding pain and leather flesh

Trudging through a forest where the only bloom

smells like rotting flesh

and seduces flies

Silence but for cars that belch pollution

somehow suits my mood

Trotting feet on crunching leaves

refuse to leave my sight

muscles warm and pain subsides

Lolling tongue and laughing eyes

have somehow changed my mood