My Morning Ride

The trees are
weeping white blossoms
large birds
wave their wings
taking flight
my heartbeat surges
as my legs churn
to summit the hills
along the path
the chill wind
whips by me
nothing quite compares
to the feeling
as I descend

Published by Dan R.

Writer and Photographer, practices "almost yoga", and meditation. Curious and still learning.

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