Posted by Brad Osborne on December 4, 2022 · 18 Comments
As I walked in the winter woods,
Amongst a chorus of white pines…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with forest, found, hiking, humanity, lost, poem, Poetry, quiet, silence, snow, strict form poetry, time, walking, winter, woods
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 6, 2022 · 11 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 13, 2022 · 18 Comments
Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, colors, dreams, fall, fauna, flora, life, poem, Poetry, seasons, sleep, spring, summer, time, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on July 30, 2022 · 9 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 December 27, 2021 · 14 Comments
As I walked in the winter woods,
Amongst a chorus of white pines…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with forest, found, hiking, humanity, lost, poem, Poetry, quiet, silence, snow, strict form poetry, time, walking, winter, woods
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…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, colors, dreams, fall, fauna, flora, life, poem, Poetry, seasons, sleep, spring, summer, time, winter
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…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with forest, found, hiking, humanity, lost, poem, Poetry, quiet, silence, snow, strict form poetry, time, walking, winter, woods
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