Posted by Brad Osborne on October 23, 2021 · 22 Comments
It had been months since I laid eyes on her,
Though I saw her often in my dreams…
Filed under Poetry, Reading for Riders · Tagged with dreams, forgiveness, hibernate, longing, love, missed, motorcycle, motorcycling, poem, Poetry, riding, spring, sun, time, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on August 14, 2021 · 20 Comments
Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 21, 2021 · 21 Comments
Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge
Posted by Brad Osborne on April 10, 2021 · 22 Comments
It had been months since I laid eyes on her,
Though I saw her often in my dreams…
Filed under Poetry, Reading for Riders · Tagged with dreams, forgiveness, hibernate, longing, love, missed, motorcycle, motorcycling, poem, Poetry, riding, spring, sun, time, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 24, 2020 · 20 Comments
As I walked in the winter woods,
Amongst a chorus of white pines…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 30, 2020 · 26 Comments
With reds and golds and yellow hues
The autumn trees paint a vivid view
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, color, death, holding on, last, leaves, life, Life lessons, poems, Poetry, strict form poetry, trees, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 26, 2019 · 9 Comments
It covers the gray drab world,
In a blanket of pure white,
A blank tapestry unfurled,
Bringing a hush to each night.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on November 18, 2019 · 9 Comments
Cornfields tall cut short by farmer’s scythe,
Frost greeting each long-shadowed sunrise,
Days seem to be but a flashing of light,
Before again the cold and dark of night.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, change, fall, lament, passing of time, poem, poems, Poetry, seasons, strict form poetry, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 17, 2019 · 5 Comments
The last sip of lukewarm coffee
Dying fire turns to ember
Woolen cap pulled down tightly
Against winds of December
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beauty, campfire, camping, fall, mountain, night, outdoors, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry, vista, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 10, 2019 · 11 Comments
Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge
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