Daily Post Prompt: Racing the Wind, A poem

racing

She slipped out
To the forest
In the late afternoon
When the shadows
Grew longer
Across the dusty path.
You could hear
The rattle of wheels
As she raced with the wind
The cruiser handlebars
Wavered as she sped
Hands clenched tightly
You could see
The rise of dust
And she pedaled faster
Hair swept back in the wind
Her intent stare gazing ahead
And yet, so far away –
She felt free
Beneath the summer sun
Bare feet gripping
The pedals
A joyous laugh
Rose in her chest
Yes – in all of us
A young spirit
Strives to be free
To breathe
To rush in
Seeking the moments
When you let loose your grip
Shout with abandon
And race with the wind
She stops along the meadow
Leans her bike against a tree
And walks the often traveled path
Where wildflowers grew
Her daily pilgrimage
Had worn the lane
Yet the view still seemed
Untouched
Pure and new
And with experienced hands,
She picked flowers
For the supper table
Their supple stems
Held by aging hands
Lush blossoms, deep orange
And tinged with fire
Slender green grasses
To complete the array
And she walked, alone
In silence
Back to the trail
Mounted her bike
Strongly intent on leaving
The same way she came
Full of life
Full of joy
Full of youth
Despite the graying hair
The slower step
The aging lines
But for a moment,
She stopped
One foot raised
Upon the pedal
The other standing firmly
Upon the dusty trail
Raising her chin
Over her shoulder
She looked back
Gazing where
She had just stood
But also seeing
Where she was
In youth –
Picking flowers
For the dinner table
Mama and papa waiting
On the porch step
The same joyous ride
Back home
Wind in her hair
Smile on her face
And she knew
That nothing
Had really changed
She still was the person
She always had been
Even in youth,
Just more refined
With time.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: lush

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

I was just amazed by these posts on the same topic and had to share…

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. The Pissy Poet says:

    Oh my gosh! Such life. I could see it all…and seem to remember doing and feeling just like that when I was younger. Beautifully written!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you! Yes, even in our older years we can still relive the youthful vibrancy we once knew 🙂 I think we feel it, when the thrill of speed takes over.

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