It’s April

Oh thou crappy snow Why are you bothering me? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing a whisper that you would be gone at the end of March You were scarce around here all winter Oh thou crappy snow Why do you show up now? Why do you torment me? Why do you scatter your white, icy, wet flakes on the ground? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing that I would be riding a bike after theRead more

Cross the Bridge

Blazing, sapphire blue skies. Warmer-than-normal November days. Crispy, crunchy fall air. Gold and yellow and brown leaves that land upon the earth. The path reaches for two feet and grabs hold. It pleads a midday walk. There is little resistance. The feet say “yes!” The senses feel, hear, as the eyes shut for a moment. Then… Travelling geese sound their alert and jar the feet awake. Bicyclists, joggers and fellow pedestrians pass by. The smallish breeze whispers gently upon a woman’s face. TheRead more