My Bicycle

My Bicycle

My Bicycle

a close friend 

I ride

everyday

For groceries

for post

for pleasure

Sometimes close

sometimes far away

I ride my bike

wherever

Come rain or shine

for bread or milk

or when my dog

needs a walk

Afternoon rides

  most pleasant of times

when we watch

sun set

over sea

together

 Colors exquisite

God's paint brush

in hand

He paints

pinks

yellows

oranges

 fiery reds

Clouds splayed 

across sky

until purples

and dark blues

die

This marks end

of day

and time for

bed
and bicycle
back in shed!

Michaella Lazarus

March 6, 2016