the mystical pull
of the outside
tugs against
the rational arguments
of cold
and wet
and windswept
wrapped up
in coat and gloves
I stroll
camera poised
for mother nature’s
spring treasures
of golden blooms
hidden in
shady hedgerows
in between
the brambles
and when
the hailstorm
I tuck the camera away
and grin
as hailstones
sting my cheeks
and bounce off
my gloved fingers
and in my heart
I’m dancing
in the


3 thoughts on “outside

  1. Wonderful words 🙂 I know that feeling so well! … ‘outside’ is so magnetic the weather won’t always deter us. We have had many a fulfilling outdoor adventure in the most unlikely weather.


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