What Crosses My Mind

  • Waiting

    Sky fleeting opens eyes to sweep tilling fields of the planting season. The spring might tease the mind. Waiting watching the snows unwind. Bicycles wish melt rubber on the asphalt, smells of pollen, fresh release puddles and rain tapped sills the songs return, we advocate a challenging season. Waiting, watching tree limbs come to life…

  • Life Choice

    Will coast through the lush beauty of nature on wheels with eyes searching the horizon. Smiles of humanity breeze love anon as eyes swift serenade an active blur of humanity in sunlit delight. Coast of a pedal pusher long to ride while deep in woods a set of eyes will hide; wait while at dusk when…