Thursday, September 27, 2012

I Raced the Sun

Muted orange, blaze of red
amid the summer green
Could any Monet or Seurat
compare to what I've seen

On an early morning ride
in sun-streaked chilly mist?
The siren song of dawn I found
too potent to resist

Forgive this tantalizing scrap,
If not enough to sate
I raced the sun to coffee-time
And now I'm running late


Juancho said...

love it!

Velosopher said...


Human Wrecking Ball said...


Velosopher said...

If that adjective has never been applied to my riding, at least now I can say it's been applied to my writing.

I thank you, sir!