Bitter cold
does not keep me in
though no sun
shines, at first
and grey takes over the blue
I’ll find photo ops
Reflections
I’ll find for Merril
fungi for
Crispina
winter scenes for Rochelle, to
bring to life with paint
Time to go
The sun’s going down
Mitts not needed
Now back on
Legs now heavy, must go. What
will tomorrow bring?
A new day
I’m off to explore
Steps to get
sights to see
No expectations, just joy
at being outside
Snowshoes, skis
lots of families
fat wheel bikes
sharing space
no lack of activities
smiles are not lacking
Golden Hour
gives a special glow
a signal
that next comes
a chance to transform the skies
with sunset’s paintbrush