Spring Morning Commute
By Rick Brown
Wheels spin round and round
Traversing the paved terrain
They roll in cadent unison
Along the paved bike lane
Fresh air breezes past me
As fragrances abound
Spring charms once dulled senses
As my wheels spin round and round
Songbirds serenade me
With their musical delights
A cavalcade of sweet tunes
To start the day off right
One pedal before the next
While shifting gears in time
In constant, subtle harmony
A soothing, recurrent rhyme
Away from the congestion
Through canopies of bliss
My wheels roll ever onward
Cloaked in the morning mist
Freed from harried schedules
As the wheels spin on and on
To enjoy keepsake moments
Amid the day-breaking dawn.
2014
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