Three Haikus for the Bike Loop in Winter

The sky is clouded-

Murky like a sooty pond,

But the trail is clear.


Bumps rattle me off

My bike with the suspension

Locked- potholes and rocks.


Stretching off into

The distance are rolling hills

Of sheet grass and weeds.

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