Adventures with Biking to Work - August 27, 2010

Composed poetry on the way to work... 

A Cloudy Day in August

A cloudy day in August
makes me think of Fall;
of comfortable days and cool,
crisp nights;
of golden aspens and crimson maples;
of future clouds and
silent, weightless snow.



Passing By

I passed by him,
he passed by me.
I nodded "hello".
He didn't see.
Dark sunglasses and
white ear buds
blasted him a jangling melody.



Made the pedalling a little bit more interesting.  Plus I had to remember my little poems long enough to get them written down!