Mountain Man


For Mike L.

from the wisps of fog
the magic emerges.
strange days there are here –
cold misty mornings, and
colder sunny afternoons beckon;
luring me and my bike
into the damp wood
to be buffeted by fern
and vine and twig and thistle.
i am one with birdsong, or
silence. with the changing
chameleon I too transform –
from harried man of science
to joyful dreamer. i join the
ultimate race, and ride
a hundred miles.
i live in hope that all
is well for you there, for this
is something that I must do.

Note from Gabrielle: I think that this will be the first in my Mountain Man series, a tribute to my friend, Mike L.

About Gabrielle Burns

I am a Jamaican at play here in this vast playground in cyberspace....Yes, at times I do like to live dangerously, but I AM also working hard at becoming more interesting by the day... :)
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One Response to Mountain Man

  1. on mt. man….A PERSON SECURE IN HIS OWN EXISTENCE. tk u mlj lv nv

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