"First of the Winter Honkers"...
In honor of last Monday's night ride, I thought I would dredge this up from the slightly distant past:
The time has come,
The summer sun's early departure,
and darkness slips in over the home trails, now
before the time clock ticks five.
Time to slip on the lights
and let wheels humm along
black asphalt roads,
Instead of rocky trails, beneath
glowering street lights,
instead of sheltering sycamores.
A time of change,
A new routine,
until Spring returns,
a longer sun.
In the past week's waning light
coyotes have howled in the canyons
through which the home trails wend
While raptors,
startled as I swoop down out of the dim of dusk,
took flight with rapid beats of wings.
Sounds that mark the passing of the light.
Tonight came the first sounds,
marking the return of the darkness
it stole up on me from behind
and let loose with a futile blaring
that first of the Winter's honkers.
Of course I cursed him,
salutations with the appropriate finger
and briefly thought of giving chase, but
his tail lights quickly grew smaller
in the distance
That ignoble denizen of the Winter road,
The first of the Winter's honkers.
copyright 2007 Michael Wagner
copyright 2007 Michael Wagner
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