The Bike Ride

Adjusting the gears and then the seat

Peddling through traffic on the concrete street

Soon all the “city” noises will soften . . . will cease

As I get on the path and hear the quiet peace

The exchange of the views and the sounds

A completely different world . . . it surrounds

Taking me inside so I can feel

Nature’s beauty and all her appeal

The wind talking to me through bushes and trees

Branches dancing and waving creating a cool breeze

The birds some I see . . . but some are obscure

But the songs they are singing just add to the allure

It’s early yet . . . so few flowers are in full bloom

But in a month or so all will change I presume

I hear the rustle of branches and for a moment . . . I fear

But then I see it’s nothing more . . . than a beautiful deer

The time just flies and I can hardly believe

After miles upon miles it’s time for me to leave

It’s really a magical place here in the woods

So much better than riding in neighborhoods!

Lilacs

Lilac bushes in spring time bloom

Each branch, each cluster a perfect plume

Two colors revealed . . . purple and cream

Make a perfect addition to nature’s theme

The fragrance in the air is so defined

Take time to enjoy . . . but keep in mind

These beauties are short lived. . . sadly don’t last

So savour them . . . before they’re a thing of the past!

Last Day thoughts

It’s hard to believe . . . is day 31 really here?

Thinking back how silly there was worry and fear

It wasn’t that I thought I would have nothing to say

More just the commitment of writing something each day

But funny each day as I sat down to write

The words would come out feeling kinda right

Sharing thoughts both silly and deep

Reading comments made . . . made my heart take a leap!

I looked at the titles of others and felt connected

And sure enough after reading each one it was exactly what I expected

I hope the words I wrote back showed I was in touch

More importantly that you shared . . . thanks so much!

It was an incredible experience but like I’ve said

All good things come to an end . . . but I’m looking forward looking ahead

To the Tuesday slices of life that will continue all year

And I hope that each of you will also be here!

Till Next Time . .

All good things must come to an end . . . But WHY?

I ask myself this every time I have to say good-by

Time flies when you are having fun . . .

But I’m not ready or even close to being done!

But it happens, we go back to normal. . . back to our routine

The time before the next . . . that sort of in between

But trust me I’m so thankful, thankful I can go back

And in just a couple months I again will start to pack!

New York

New York . . . the City

Shop . . . dine . . . feel its energy

You Will . . . Come . . . ALIVE!