This morning for the first time in a long time I was able to ride my bike on our river’s greenway system. Bunches of yellow wildflowers were everywhere because of all the nice rain we’ve had this summer. Some of their clusters were as tall as me (although I’m not that tall). However, things are starting to wither a little in August’s dryer days. Even the river is lower and more shallow with a little bit more algae on its surfaces. Below is a poem that came to mind as I rode.

Saying Good-Bye

Oh, my dear,
For me do not cry
Although for now
I may appear within
Your eyes to wither and
To die

During winter’s coldest blisses
It’s bleak winds trembling
Kisses
I may fleetingly disappear
But remember, 

Next spring 
For me will be found
A completely new start
So during winter’s dreariest day
My glory you may find
Held in the recesses
Love and warmth
Captive and living within your heart!