SHINE light through mists and pedal toward your bliss,
Rise with the sun and choose to find some fun;
Go seek out the day on a road and rest
In mounds of colored leaves dried by the sun;
Repair the rubber of a flat with ease,
And get back on the road to ride some more;
To crest each hill, and pedal into dells
With quick speed downhill; to let yourself soar,
Wildly soar, wheels spinning through the trees,
Until you reach the farmland’s flat release,
And feel the breeze o’erwhelm your winded selves.
Who hath not heard the crunch of frosty hoar?
When Summer’s sunny days with haste unwind
And make the ground a frozen slippery floor,
Thy tires quick-sliding through a harrowing bend;
While struggling through a field of harvest wheat,
Push’d back by wind’s cool whisper, when a look
Spots the quick flash before thunder glowers:
In moments when the weather dries the street
Surface and day breaks through the storm’s loud hook;
And finding that tail-wind, and downhill crook,
One glidest then with ease for hours and hours.
Why must the rain pour now? Why, why today?
Think not of it, there is still much for you, –
As tree’d isles burst from fog-morning day,
Caressing shimmer-seas with emerald hue;
Smell as the fresh-cut grasses slowly warm
Beyond their frosted furrows, let them waft
In sweetly and blend with the salty tide;
When ravens cry to clouds and small gnats swarm;
Cold lovers cling; and now in blankets soft
They gather wordless in a cozy loft;
Together for cider at each others’ side.