Thoughts on a Bicycle Ride

On 20 February I had back surgery, and I have only recently been cleared to get back on my bike. Given my limited ability to walk, the bike has meant freedom. This is a beautiful time in the Virginia Piedmont. You see so much more from a bicycle seat than you do from a car seat. This evening, while riding, this came to mind:

The Redbuds

Are no longer buds,

They're flowering,

Telling their Story,

Of spring glory.

Can Dogwoods

Be far behind?

A white bud,

A red cross,

Look over your shoulder,

The wait's almost over.