Bike Ride Blessing--A Counting Out Rhyme
One for the moon
in the morning sky,
two deer watching
as I ride by.
Three steep hills
to make me work,
paired with coasting--
that's the perk!
Four herds of runners
clog the path.
Ring my bell,
pedal past.
Three ponds total--
rising mists.
Two geese honking--
they insist:
One is presence,
patience, too.
Eyes and ears,
one is you.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
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