Grey revelation

Reveal that which was before unseen -
You have to ask where your mind has been -
You always hated this town, and lo!
You hate it despite its being green.

Staring idle, awaiting in trust
Blankly through the passing cars' fuss
and bother, if one shining raindrop shows
against the backdrop of the fifty-three bus.

The grey clouds add real mood to the day;
Take those worrisome thoughts away
with expansive awe that immutably glows
away the troubles that mindfully play.

One screaming child tears at one's soul -
Trapped, one hapless murderous hole
that strikes the ego one ruthless blow:
One should never predefine one's role.

We will be shaken; a trembling squeeze -
Ignore from the souls the meaningless please,
but accept that old clothes must finally be thrown -
Defeated, they drift in your eddying breeze.

With Autumn reborn before leaves will turn,
we get in quick so we don't have to learn
of cold and decay, or life and home -
Or grey revelation, and our worries infirm.