rode with the boys last night

first time all summer

we were all out of town or out of mind

or helping wives be mothers

rode up to the seasons first snow

and down thru canopies of color

speckled ground cover carpet

smooth and soft from autumn storms

conifer Christmas trees

with aspen leaf lights and bulbs

a moose in the trail, a grouse on the road

a miniature town below

3 dollar beers and burgers

and peanuts on the floor

the glow of friends forgotten

to ride again once more