ode to an autumn bicycle ride

just returned on a bike colored champagne

heard the leaves crackling happily

spied burning bushes flaming scarlet

accented by brilliant oranges and yellows, oaks and maples

saw a bare tree with a lone nest perched precariously

passed endless rows of dry, rustling corn stalks

flew down a hill, trying to use my old "backward" brakes

spotted a whole football team arranged like chess pieces

felt the sun smiling while beating down

laughed when I passed a sign saying 73 degrees

sensed the wind at my back

some call this indian summer

i call it autumn in full glory

seasoned by the Most Creative

enjoyed by this audience of one

on a bicycle colored champagne