The road exhales heat like a slow-breathing dragon
Trees let fall a benison of shade
Changeable winds blow hot and cold
and carry birdsong sweet as spring
I settle into a steady rhythm
and follow my shadow
towards the curtained coolness of home
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I avoid roads and streets. There is nothing desirable in concret and asphalt, except your lines. Stay cool! Regula
ReplyDeleteThanks, Regula! I will.
DeleteThanks for visiting my blog! Where in WI are you? That's where I grew up!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm green with envy, even though it's so, so hot! But memories of great rides together will always persist!
ReplyDeleteHear hear! Those are some of my very favorite memories.
DeleteI've been getting used to riding in the heat. It's more bearable now than it was earlier in the year.