You are every shade of grey
Visible on the fifth cloudy winter day
I wish it was as simply black and white
As the day is bright
And the night is dark
But in the light
I struggle and fight
Not to look behind
At snow glowing
ready to blind
And in the nightfall
I cannot see it all
Illuminated despite
The headlights beaming bright
I know it is my only
Line of sight.