Catch Of The Day

There once was a lass with desire

To ride ‘tween the canal and the briar

Then a fisherman’s hook

Thought her bike a Chinook

So the catch of the day was her tire!

© pending Susan R. O’Brien

Rejuvenation

Seek

Contentment

On the breakwater

Where icy winds sting your face

To waken dormant senses

In hibernation

For far too

Long

Find

Peace at dawn

As blackness is shed

From the cold canvas of night

Cast aside fear to welcome

A new beginning

Ensconced in

Light

© pending Susan R. O’Brien