Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Day 1 - OctPoWriMo 2013: Autumn Morning Ride

I emerge at first light
It’s crisp but dry. Quite 
a good sign
these storm-fraught days
I see dry rain gear
 though clouds of gray
threaten, menace
In my path
shimmering oranges, golds, reds,
distant dazzling leaves
wait for me to pass