thoughts on a bicycle
like poetry in motion
gentle rhythmic flow
under dappled shade
meandering along
wheels taking us along lines
of verge, hedge and field
by light shimmering streams
birdsong heard only in fragments
rising slowly to highpoints
and freewheeling downhill
thoughts caught on the breeze
before finally coming to a stop.
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new year
New year, new me
that’s what they say,
out with the old
in with the new
But I rather like the old
weathered by life’s winds and storms
softened by love’s caresses
walking through thyme 