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Andy Perrin
@andyperrincycling.bsky.social

Cyclist-Photographer-Writer-Teacher

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and a suave snap of sun
to take the chill off a day

#vss365 #suave
December 1, 2025 at 9:41 AM
through poetry
things last
just a bit longer

#vss365 #last
November 30, 2025 at 11:37 AM
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November 29, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Knowing each leaf
has but one chance
to grow and fall

is a simple matter
of self awareness,

so many that each
may be overlooked

or counted merely
as part of a group

and more easily
trudged upon

under the weight
of our modernity.

#vss365 #matter
November 29, 2025 at 10:59 AM
pale quarter moon
most things have fallen by
late November
November 28, 2025 at 11:24 PM
most leaves twirl to earth
falling deeply into dance
and a closing bow
November 28, 2025 at 7:43 PM
fragile health
sweeping the strewn lawn
of refuse

#vss365 #health
November 28, 2025 at 11:31 AM
late November
learning to walk through
falling things

#vss365 #learning
November 27, 2025 at 12:02 PM
the sun rises
while clouds and ocean paint
our reflections

(sunrise Narragansett Bay Nov. 25)

#vss365 #reflection
November 26, 2025 at 10:58 AM
This timed exercise of life,
existence,
what a strangeness we inhabit,

where madmen invented minutes
and traded them for money,

so sorry I simply don’t have time,

we measure wars in increments
of time and lose sight of the rest,

seasons are the shortest time.

#vss365 #timed
November 25, 2025 at 8:57 AM
The Cedar Wax Wings
of course
are relevant to the poem,

as the winter berries
begin to fade,

and the lichened walls
glisten with morning frost

framing the silhouetted
stand of thinned birches,

it’s nice that there’s also
this fullness of sound.

#vss365 #relevant
November 24, 2025 at 9:40 AM
It would all be achievable
but for the greed, the greed,
the illusion of greatness.

#vss365 #achievable
November 23, 2025 at 11:43 AM
the measurable distance
between poems

one maple leaf falls
then another

one Canada goose calls
then another

one snowflake drifts
then another

one memory arrives
then another

one lifetime
then another

and another

#vss365 #measurable
November 22, 2025 at 11:12 AM
two ducks drifting
through an inverted
cold fleeting morning

this specific moment
firstly and also lastly

#vss365 #specific
November 21, 2025 at 9:40 AM
a veiled November day
awaiting the rising action

a heron steadying
on one leg and cold

Wickford Harbor roughed
by the chop of wind

a few masts remain
awaiting the climax

the western falling
and winter’s resolution

#vss365 #action
November 20, 2025 at 9:10 AM
to have options
is to live freely

a train whistle
at Kinston Station

a revolving light
at Point Judith

a singularly
remarkable oak

a few words
chosen and written

gratefulness
as the moon sets

again

#vss365 #options
November 19, 2025 at 10:16 AM
goals in the wind
oak leaves deeply layered
for a few acorns

#vss365 #goal
November 17, 2025 at 10:28 AM
transportation brought
humanity together and

destroyed it with the
raw materials of chains

#vss365 #transportation
November 15, 2025 at 10:08 AM
the science
of poetry
is in biology
silhouettes
on power lines

#vss365 #science
November 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM
The number of masts
on Wickford Harbor
declines with each day.

Sounds are fewer now,
squawking herons and
honking geese break

the screaming silence,
and where reflection
meets real is blurred

in an exceptional blue.

#vss365 #number
November 13, 2025 at 9:32 AM
The myths of winter
are revealed slowly,

emptiness, stillness,
darkness, harshness,

but skies fill and fall
in the canon of snow.

#vss365 #myth
November 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM
staunch pilings
on Wickford Harbor

emptiness enough
for a measure of
serenity

#vss365 #measure
November 11, 2025 at 10:07 AM
A new poem, On Writing the Fall
November 11, 2025 at 12:39 AM
natural law
light enlivens color
in all seasons

#vss365 #law
November 9, 2025 at 9:56 AM
winter’s language
vernacular of cold
stilled in culture

#vss365 #language
November 8, 2025 at 10:41 AM