Flying
on two wheels
I feel my smile
beaming
brighter
than the sky
Every stranger
I meet
smiles in return
creating a chain
of joy
stretching wide
enough
to bridge
the Crow River
or connect
East
to West
Earlier
the air
vibrated
with bird song
now ebbing
to a mumurmous
hum
a wary
contemplation
of spring’s chances
of reviving
Lady Sun
bestows
a final
blessing of warmth
on a cold dawn
before human
capriciousness
arbitrarily
decrees
her temporary
exile
Dry leaves
from a season
long gone
haunt morning
with ghostly whispers;
so
the spectors of
the past
murmur their echoes
lingering
long after
we wish them
gone
Clouds
a gathering bruise
under
the blue eye
of a cold day
