Bus Stop Gold

I dunno whether people who drive to work see the world 

differently than I do. I drag myself out of bed, 

somehow, for whatever reason, 

looking forward to what I will see at the bus stop.

That's especially true this time of year when 

the sun casts a fresh golden light as it rises 

past the tree line and the rooftops.

And this is what we get - rich, crisp color

that brings out the shapes of the

new spring foliage.

This is an average neighborhood where nearly 

all the houses are at least fifty years old, and the main 

shopping areas are a couple strip malls.

But walking along the streets here 

I find things of beauty, such as the pink flowers

against the yellow-green foliage and

the sun-drenched grass accented by  droplets

from the early morning rain.