lying in still grass
missing the sway of tree limbs
soon will be gone
lying in still grass
missing the sway of tree limbs
soon will be gone
up at the crack of dawn
running a fool’s errand
beautiful sunrise
birds singing and sky-dancing
nature’s infectious joy
humans close up shop
to celebrate the new year
nature opens now
driven by purpose
i spend all of my days
pedaling the wheel
after the ice melts
roads flood with red and white streams
undammed frustration