Mid-May Morning Ride On The Tucson Loop

Rode out under another pristine sky
Not a single cloud shading Sol’s eye

The sandy Santa Cruz
Once again, bone dry

The season of yellow
On pause or at an end

A few faded Brittlebush blossoms
Fluttering pale yellow in the gentle breeze

In the High Sonoran ‘dry season’
Between the winter rains and the summer monsoons

Roadrunners dashing side to side
With a couple of skinks and prairie dogs by the by

A few runners and walkers enjoying the day
Only one weenie, in a hurry, nothing to say

A few casual riders rolled by
In no big hurry, a greeting gently waved

Back home with bike put away
Now, a nap and nothing left to say

–LE – 5/14/26