I rode the hills for a while before turning my bike south toward home. I arrived last night at 9:00 P.M. tired, but refreshed. My trip meter for the two days read 750 miles. I hope to return soon.
Zephyrs stir miniature
soldiers of lavender
and salmon pink
standing at attention
on a carpet of pastel green.
Purple tendrils
surround a phone pole.
Splashes of white and pink
peak out from
Winter’s stark remnants.
An ice blue sky
domes the hillsides
carpeted in yellow and blue.
Songbird fugues
pierce the air
backed up by the
steady gurgle of a
crystal stream.
Subtle hints of perfume
carried on the breeze
refresh and revive
my wakening spirit.
Just reading that poem tells me that you were paying excellent attention! So was I...to the pie. :D
ReplyDeleteAh sounds so wonderful. Nothing like cold running water in hot weather to bring peace. Nice bike. Hope you get lots of use out of it.
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