I can't hardly stand
Being inside
When it's sunny
in February.
Really!?
Home from work,
I threw off the old
And put on the older--
Grubby clothes,
a hair band,
hole-ly gloves,
and I'm ready
to play in the sun
alongside my cat.
The back yard
is now clean
and I am dirty.
As the sun eased below the horizon
Coloring the sky with pink, yellow, and baby blue,
The birds chattered and sang, calling it a day.
Me too.
I sing for joy over a sunny day,
a yard that's raked,
some hours "playing" outside,
and 72 in February.
What a gift.
Thank You.
