
Convertible Haiku
Bringing down the top.
On my knees, with no seat belt,
Hands up in the wind.

Convertible Haiku
Bringing down the top.
On my knees, with no seat belt,
Hands up in the wind.

The Boy Who Needed Magic
From many lips,
I’ve often heard,
About the boy who needed
Magic
Not the spells of fairy tales
But, something so very
Magic
The people around
Told the boy
To stick with what
Made sense
“Boys who seek the magic
Often grow up lonely men.”
The boy did try
To find his place
In the most sensible of things
But, nothing of the sort
Made sense
Not to this boy, at least
So, into the woods
The boy did run
Away, or so he believed
But, what he found
Among the leaves
He ran to, magically
The magic began to
Build inside —
The circles ’round
He danced —
Holding hands with Nature,
The boy had found his
True romance
Some say that boy still
Lives somewhere, maybe
Inside a grown-up man,
The boy who needed magic
Dances circles
Inside of him
Z
The weather in Georgia has been pretty fantastic and I have been trying to go on as many bike rides as possible. I have noticed some pretty sights when looking up and down along these rides and can’t help but appreciate the beautiful colors of spring. Being outside has been so nice. The photos above were taken on the side of the road, when looking down, this past week. Looking forward to my next ride.
Z



My favorite color has been orange for quite some time. Recently, I have been very inspired by shades of pink and have decided my favorite color might have changed. I decided to post a few photos I have snapped of the beautiful color.
Z
This afternoon, I went on bike ride. The weather was sunny and gorgeous and perfect for enjoying being outdoors. I took a few photos along the way, but not many as I had my MapMyRun app tracking my progress. But, I will always stop for trees.
I ended up doing 10 miles and there was a special treat at the end of the journey:
Delightful neighbors had a box of homegrown grapefruits by their mailbox and I grabbed one. It was a delicious and mostly seedless reward for some exercise I was happy to complete.
Z
Boys and the Blues
2 brothers,
In the same room,
Were tying their shoes.
Their daddy, in the next room,
Started playing the blues.
The boys started listening
And began to choose.
Considered the path
Paved for them, ready for them.
Took into consideration their own moods.
Boy 1 headed to the closet,
Pulled out a pair of his
Favorite boots.
Boy 2 danced around barefoot,
Wondered how he could lose.
No one, nothing could come between
Boy 1 and Boy 2.
These boys knew how to look beyond
Music and shoes.
Brothers, they were. Quite the two.
Maybe it was fate,
Possibly some sort of shoe muse,
That changed the way those boys
Walked through space that day.
The day those boys heard the blues.
“Where are they headed? What are they after?”
Look down at your own shoes!
We’re all just boys, making decisions,
With a daddy, in the next room,
Playing the blues.
There was a parcel in the mailbox from a special friend today and I was so exicted to see the contents. I love keys and the decorative brass one that was sent will really add to my collection. Nothing like a nice reminder that somebody out there was thinking of you.
Z
UPDATE:
Upon further inspection, it turns out that the key is also a corkcrew and bottle opener. I was playing around with it and realized that the top turned and there is more to this piece than meets the eye. I texted my friend and she had no idea. So exciting!
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