Sunrise Ride

Morning comes too early No work, Labor Day, chores can wait The rode beckons, before dawn Chilly air, the Beast rumbles to life Swaying softly, the route lingers from the Silverwood Country Store north east

Grays give way to blues and purples The still desert, calm and beautiful, does not care that I pass Orange and yellow begins to warm the hills My Beast's heat warms me with steady hum Leans and hops give way to the final jump out of the small valley Cresting in to the full sun at the Mile High airport cafe