Winter’s Silhouettes
in awe of this
crystalline
cobalt dawn
no
rush
today’s
work
will
get done
winter’s silhouettes
will greet spring
soon enough
The Escape
I escaped to the woods
then
the birds escaped me
each
song abruptly silent
now
still and unseen
so
I left the woods and the
world’s
droning returned
That High Distant Hill
I had looked forever
at
that high distant hill,
wondering
what the view
was
from up there.
Today I pedalled all
the way up to the top.
I’m
at a loss for words
right
for the view,
except
to say I’ll pedal
back
up there again soon.
An Old Rusty Bicycle
pushed heavy uphill
determined
through
thick August heat
turned
in gravity’s favour
to
freedom’s breeze
inhaling
a dream
pushing
the pedals
grinding
of chain
stars
in gravelled tarmac
shoot
by and by and by
the
brakes
are
his unease and fear
but
today
is
for flight
caution
released
long
exhaled
arms
outstretched
palms
skyward
time
stops
in
blurred courage
but
tomorrow
grows
more clear
To Linger
a warm sweet melon breeze
bathes
the senses
the
gull’s long calls
swept
by low rolling waves
then
hushed into sand
those
silly people
come
and go
the
gulls know
to
linger
Andy Perrin is a cyclist/ photographer/
writer/ teacher from southern Rhode Island. His writing and photography have
been published in a wide variety of journals and magazines. He is lucky to have
been recently nominated for a 2024 Best of the Net award, as well as a 2024
Pushcart Prize.
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