Memorial Day Weekend

Sol’s morning rays
Cutting through the
Pristine blue sky
Bake the pavement
And ground between
The long shadows
To the mountain vistas
All around

Holiday weekend
I suspect most
Are sleeping in
The morning ride
Almost soundless
But for a couple of hawks
Complaining about
Scarcity of prey

Even the most recent
Iterations of Brittlebush
Are going blowsy
As the first summer
Holiday weekend
Of 2025
Begins its inevitable
Winding down

Late in the ride
A roadrunner streaks
To cross the path
In front of me
Perhaps it thinks
I’m Wile E…
Though I have no
Tail, no fur, nor long ears

Ah, Memorial Day
Weekend

–LE – 5/25/25