Appearing

The sky blossoms with color
around each bend in the road
I catch a glimpse
We don't slow down
red orange pink all on a background of bluer than blue
We drive on
turn after turn showing
the ever-changing sky
New colors, new sights
until we rise
Over the hill and
head down
into the night.

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge