It’s hard to say it’s fun when one’s cold.
When fingers get stiff and they don’t fold.
That time on my bike,
Is not what I like.
Yet, after I thaw-out, I’m still sold.
Looking out and watching as it rains,
Watching water swirl down outside drains.
Pointless to grumble,
Even to mumble.
Weather is described for pains or gains.
Starting out feeling NOT very brave,
Never the start point that I would crave.
One-mile-at-a-time,
On downhill or climb.
To notice the progress each mile gave.
Listening to folks who are very smart,
Who make their life choices from the heart.
The thoughts that they share,
Reveal that they care,
Considering impact from the start.
at covers your need.
When really your deed
Is getting some help with your brave ask.
Melt-water is running and I’m thrilled!
I’m naming this movement as “hope-filled”.
Winter end in sight,
With more hours of light.
But cold yet to come is still strong-willed.
When missing some color that brings zest,
Figure out some splash for a home test.
Dazzling your eyes.
A color surprise ,
Color-filled recovery of your “best”.
This task is too big; it has laid bare,
Resistance and doubt,– do I now dare
To see the job through?
Stretch what I can do?
Remember, “Keep at it. You’ll get there”.
I went to the Zoom-time assuming
No personal tie, since we’re Zooming.
Yet to my surprise,
There’s warmth in folk’s eyes.
Participants look like they’re blooming.
If rather than moving, you’re stalling,
If couch-time is what you hear calling,
Think what you can find,
To spark up your mind.
An outcome, completely enthralling.
I’m from an era when Christmas cards or letters, —
Absolutely required;
Especially from Bob’s heritage.
Brilliant, splashing, riotous colors of Marimekko fabric,
Morphed into whimsical toys, bags, & more;
Bold with bright visual energy —
Truly, it made me want to dance.