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

3 comments:

Harry said...

Thanks!

Human Wrecking Ball said...

Badass.

Harry 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!