#dverse #prosery#springissprung
A Wordsworth inspired prose of 144 words #dverse tonight. what a fitting line for the photo I snapped at the top of the hill on my cycle home from work this evening, second of the photos posted. The first photo was taken back on febraury the 25th on the way down to work.
Lonely rider.
I ride the lonely lanes through the farms on the edge of town back and forth to work. Hardly any daffodils to behold. Plenty of horses, sheep and crops waiting for the spring to warm them. The hedgerows buds starting to burst. The blackthorn showing off its white blooms, gleaming in the morning sun when it shows itself from behind the clouds.
Each morning Farm dogs greet me as I cycle past their farmyard homes wishing me a safe journey down the hill to work. Tucked up in bed they are each return up the hill. The red kites call sometimes welcome me to the hilltop. But when I wondered lonely as a cloud this evening with a puncture on my cycles wheel, a lonely cloud did pass in front the setting sun making me think of the poet Wordsworth until I arrived home.
© 14/03/2022 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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