I imagined a melancholy day
when the breeze was slight
and the sun poured in.
I pedaled past the trees, past the lake
and stopped when color
mesmerized my gaze.
A sea of yellow, pink, orange,
red, and purple hues
danced with the long green grass and swayed.
I paused to look left and right
and in a hurry I picked
and filled my arms with delight.
With my treasure,
I bent over to savor the scent
of springtime florals mixed with musky leafy stems.
Off they go on top of my weave basket carriage,
attached to the handles of an old cruiser,
bright in turquoise, rusty, and vintage.
Then I raced past the hills until I saw a clearing,
a shabby cottage with wooden barriers
stood in white, almost graying.
Out of breath I stopped, got off, and rested.
And leaned my wheels
alongside the picket fences.
Took my iPad and stylus inside my pack
to paint with magic,
with brushes from a sketchbook app.
I kept my gaze fixed,
as my hands moved
in cursive strokes and gentle glide.
Then I finished, blinked,
and could not believe
the art that I had immortalized.
I saw guileless beauty and serenity
from a scrappy old bicycle
and its tattered tires.
Brought to life
and full of vibrancy,
by a mere bassinet of twigs and wildflowers.
seemed to be a lesson unforeseen,
to take the time to pause, to savor, to see.
And to ponder the splendor
and the beauty of the mundane
we often perceived it to be.
I guess it was not just an ordinary day
because it turned blissful and adventurous
in every possible way.
Mother Nature bestowed
a precious and priceless gift
of fervent love, charm, and grace.
To spark the lonely spirit in mourning,
in tears, and uplift,
gave it a hug of silence and the blues it will chase.
Because of the sad news this year, 2020, because of Covid-19, Cancer, and catastrophes…I had to turn to creative endeavors to deal with my grief. Sometimes I would get out my iPad and paint to distract me. Recently I stumbled upon an unfinished bicycle watercolor I created a few years back. Strangely I was drawn to it and it took me to a reverie of a different place as I finished the piece with color. Soon after, I penned the words from this experience. And the result was the poem you just read. — Stylish+Geek