My resolution for those tears now past
Are that the present day may rise and bring
Forgiveness. May regrets not yearn to last,
But let the fearful future learn to sing.
I cycle on and miss the trees.
They laugh more mindfully than me.
It’s you I’m on this bike to see.
With any end the sun may bring
There will be some old song to sing
And some to dip us fresh in spring.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk with the theme word “cycle”.
Photos: “Circle of White”, above, and “Fern”, below”.