My Favorite Pair of Eyes :)

The second picture is of the sunset on the river last night...so, it's a little dark...but there's a reflection there, you can tell it's a river at least...smoke rising from a tower in the background. :) I went on a bike ride, the river trails are so wonderful to ride on, and beautiful. Sometimes your "groove" gets thrown off by dogs or distracted disc golf players, but i love them nonetheless. I got a later start than usual (after a stop at Mod's for english custard gelato and a chat with a friend :) and dusk was definitely settling on the return trip. I love riding the trails in the sunlight, but dusk is a different feel altogether--the combination of autumn with shadow and bicycle lights bouncing toward you (like will-o-the-wisps) and the bordering trees made it feel like I was riding through a haunted wood. Should have been bats, eerie noises, etc...but it was pleasantly eerie even so.
Continuing in the vein of somber sonnets, I'm afraid :) This was written at my favorite coffeeshop, Doubleshot Coffee Company (you can order online!) over a cup of Las Animas coffee. Delicious. All my poems begin with a first line, and go from there. I don't have an "idea" of what i want to write about usually. They just happen. Staring into space, getting in touch with that iambic pentameter, and seeing what happens. This is what happened today:

To hear a word as soft as subtlety,
To see a sight could calm blood-spattered rage,
To smell spiced autumn, touch a velvet glove,
To thrill as fresh, wet ink fills up a page,
This rebel core that drives so many fears--
Or is fear-driven?--Could relent a pace,
Could cry repentance and refreshing tears,
Grow strong enough to hold a steady gaze.
But this I hear: the serpent placing blame,
And this I see: a love-affair with war.
I smell like burning tar, I blush hot shame,
This page lies empty and I'll write no more.

But there--a child building a bouquet
Of yellow flowers--young, and unafraid...