Not at all a shriek

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

― Santōka Taneda

Every year I try

to relay beauty I see 

when on my bike seat.

A warm day to bike -

picking a desolate route;

wisely avoid floods.

East side of St. Paul

then Minnesota River.

Dog on a man's boat. 

Hunger and mild day

provide opportunities 

to attack nut bowl.

Sciuridae neighbors

wish they had been offered this 

in fraternal love.

Next day: Easter storm. 

Looking for friends, finding some.

Relish gifts, life's snow.

Monday: please no more - 

No more snow, no more cold wind.

Bloody Maria.

Missing my family:

Duo to message two moms.

But makes my Sis laugh.

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/GoMaggieGo

Updates coming soon - 

riding virtually this year.

MS still exists.