My husband and I went on our first motorcycle ride of the year. It was a beautiful day as the river roared with the melting snow, and all the new life surrounding us. Here’s the first poem I wrote that day as we rode through this beauty.
FIRST RIDE OF SPRING
Roaring through the lush emerald landscape
The granite walls are sprouting orange and violet
In their fleeting moment before summer.
The river’s blue whitens and crashes over rocks
Its thunder harmonizes with the engine’s rumble.
The blue skies bathe this scene in connection while….
Butterflies search
Birds build
Bees collect
And winds caress
Following this flamboyant flow of spring…
From the back of the Harley.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, including mom’s of furry babies! I’ll be taking the usual family hike and/or ride to magical places unknown.
Embrace your inner child by reading a good book. D.L. Finn
