Some days are good for doing chores
But also nice to be outdoors
So I’ve combined some stops in stores
With soaking up some sun.
For days like this, I can’t abide
Too many hours stuck inside.
Instead, with instinct as my guide,
I’m getting so much done.
I bought some flowers in a pot
And posted letters in their slot,
Plus bought a shirt I like a lot,
All on my chore-type run.
And now, with laundry washed and dried
And Swiffered floors, I’m back outside,
For sunny afternoons provide
The chance, which I’ve begun
To watch the river as I write,
The water such a calming sight,
The city bringing me delight,
Like magic it has spun.
Outdoors, the light is still
The sky shines blue
The sun paints the ground in shades of yellow
It is a joy, a thrill,
To be sipping a brew
Allowing myself to mellow
artist
canvas is blank
sits on stool virtuous
willows kinky at oak easel
jazzy
My balcony called to me.
The sun came out for afternoon tea.
We bonded in quiet harmony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
So ready to go for my walk !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Steel angle-iron dates back ninety years,
the tower rises by a mirrored lake,
up top a ramp, like ski jumps, does appear,
sloping down to the shore without a break.
The lake is frozen flat by winter’s grip,
in some spots thick enough to drive a car,
and young people all around make the trip,
with tourists from hotels that are not far.
They climb the steps built on the ramp’s right side,
with blankets, sleds, toboggans old and new,
down the ramp in a rush the people slide,
joyous cries adding to the happy views.
For tens of yards across the ice they skid,
jump back in line to fly once more like kids.
I love the great outdoors.
Welcome tasks where I can harness peace.
My mind free to wander.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Oatmeal on cold autumn mornings
Coffee to warm our insides
Together we plan our day
Outdoors awaits in spite of gloominess
Barren fields out our window
Easy invitation that’s quite compelling
Rainclouds will hold off today
AP: 1st place 2026
It is now winter
Fall season ended
Some leaves on trees
The people are outside
Decorating trees
Outside their homes
When the lights are done
In darkness they glow
Making the darkness
Brighter for waking
People would be strolling
To enjoy the lights
Go and explore, Nature's delight!!
Nature is so wonderful and magical to see,
Woodlands so green, oceans so blue,
Singing birds, the busy buzzing bee,
Butterflies that fly so free,
So elegant with colours so bright,
A wonderful sight to see.
Take in the breath of fresh air,
Look at the beautiful surroundings,
Each and every second that you are there,
Each day is precious,
So open the door and go outside,
See what joyful moments you can make,
Appreciating nature far and wide.
See the beautiful flowers that are on display,
Let's all enjoy a refreshing stroll,
Making the most of each day,
So good for the heart and good for the soul!!
Chirping in the trees
Notes weave through orange sunset
Evening’s song takes flight
patio tables pining for long awaited sunshine ~
The outdoors.
Underground is where they live.
We walk mostly above ground.
We see flowers and walk on the trails.
The outdoors.
There are snakes but they get out of our way.
Trees fall down mysteriously.
They say it’s natural.
The outdoors.
The busy road does exist in the background.
I cross streets and bridges everyday.
They could come up at any time.
The outdoors.
Creatures that burrow.
In ways we can’t conceive.
We assume there is nothing under dirt with patches and tall grass.
The outdoors.
They’re coming to eat us all.
Creatures that live underground.
They’ve been listening to our vibrations.
The outdoors.
Exists everywhere.
Even in our backyards.
Wilderness can creep in.
The outdoors.
The horrors.
The mud.
The blood.
If I had just stayed inside that day…
Instead…
I fell into that hole covered in sticks and leaves.
That they dug deliberately.
The creatures who live in mounds.
We assumed they were animals.
I fell into their trap in broad daylight.
And stayed a long while.
A dozen willows in the park
A shady grove on the lawn
Eleven tall trees in the sun
And one dark stump in the shade.
They invite me to join them here:
Yes, I'd like to sit here,
The fresh breeze and cool shade,
With the damp earth, and the rough bark.
In the sun, children play games and laugh
A mother shares lunch with her baby
Birds are busy in the trees
Boys play football on the lawn.
An artist sets up a little way away,
Her studio's a blanket on the lawn.
She paints the sunlit willow trees
The grove in the middle of the park.
I'm still sitting on the stump
With the damp earth, and the rough bark.
She paints the trees from her blanket,
With the sun and the wind in the leaves.
I leave the trees.
I smile and wave
The trees wave back
And continue their life.
I pass the artist.
I smile and wave
She smiles back
And continues her work.
It took me years of training
to move my legs like this,
gliding over the granular
on long feet with curved width,
to make my legs flail left and right,
my upper half stock-still,
balancing and countering
so I won’t take a spill,
I’m going about forty-five,
but I’ve got no steel cage,
just long blades cutting through the white,
so long as it behaves.
Gravity is now my plaything,
as much as I am hers,
cross a mile in two minutes,
a small grace I have earned,
the blur of speed makes its own wind,
downs out the weaker noise,
just a fast bubble around me,
that calmness I enjoy.
Gray mercury says twenty-three,
but I don’t feel a thing,
you really only note the chill
when you have stopped moving,
my weight becomes a shifting ball,
it flows, then it slams home,
at other times it’s zero-G,
a feeling few have known.
Winter-brown trees are flashing past,
guiding the broad, white trail,
they remain still, branches don’t wave,
this time I am the gale,
it’s rare to find a day like this,
where crowds don’t slow you down,
when you can streak across the snow,
flying just off the ground.
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