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last rides


The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible – at least for me. This is my feeble attempt to give the tiniest taste of what my experience of it is like…

(Photo credit to Rob Millard, Third Officer of the Canadian Motorcycle Cruisers Ottawa Chapter 011)

last rides

by susan

© 2022

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last rides

alone and grouped we roll bittersweet
as this year’s season is near complete

sweepers, twisties and highways straight
must be ridden ‘fore it’s too late

when we’re out, the world’s surreal
like something from a disney reel

brilliant colours on hills abound
the air’s replete with scents and sounds

trees fiery red and saffron yellow
burnt orange paired with green that’s mellowed

skies show off their deepest blue
clouds dress themselves in snowy hues

country lanes lined with gold
at once are warm yet crisp and cold

wood and flames in nearby stoves
perfume with smoke less-travelled roads

the roars and purrs of bikes ahead
to therapeutic winds are wed

as riders lean round mirrored lakes
fallen leaves dance in their wakes

in mist and rain we also travel
our last attempts not to unravel

knowing autumn soon will vanish
and to inside bikes will be banished

until next summer’s rising sun
casts its rays on rides to come


© 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.


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