The birds return
set sights on sites and sing
in fervor with that mating thing
You take to the road
push pedals for a hundred k
while I wait for petals,
seek something to say
and all of these are just the way
we mark each new spring.
Me. You. New.
too.
.
.
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I love the use of words in different meanings like “pedals” and “petals” and “sights” and “sites”. This is something I like to do in my poetry as well. Beautiful piece!
Thank you, Rebecca. I do enjoy the word play! 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
Love all the birds in the morning, such a variety each morning my favourite are the blue-jays…
Oh nice! We don’t have blue jays around here (at least I’ve never seen any).
Pedals and petals alike jump the gun on Spring, then Winter doubles back for one last punch.
Last year he was out on his bike in January and then February and March were terrible and he was 6 o r 7 weeks before he could get out again. This year we had snow regularly to mid-February, but fingers crossed that will be it.