Ode to Powder Ridge Road

Rhyming couplets commemorate sunsets on this rural road

A snowy sunset at Powder Ridge as taken by the author.

There is a road in my town
Where people gather to watch the sun go down.

In the Spring, the trees are trimmed in red
reminding us new life comes from dead.

Young and old, parked side-by-side
gather on the shoulder at eventide.

As the sun slips and drops
we catch our breath, listen for coughs.

Seasons come, seasons go.
I find comfort in the orchards’ rows.

You and I will come and go
when and how, we never know.

But now we have a chance to hold things close
To appreciate this simple road and watch it glow.