The Places to Stop
Tonight, one side of the road is
a nameless shadow brown-blue with
high spring-yellow buds glowing
opposite the hills singing pink
as the world slides down to night.
You have to know all the places to stop
and how to get there quickly
before the color and light is gone.
I pull into the empty lot
and lean against the car
listening to the birds and peepers
glad again for the place to stop,
for evening air and fine sky to watch.
I lift up the camera and my heart.
Gorgeous beautiful
Well worth the stop. I should have followed you last night.