A Be Outside Day

The Mourning Dove beckoned.

This is a be outside day.

Spring fever calls.

It never grows old.

A ride on my bike, feeling the breeze.

Arms open wide.

The bluest sky.

This is a be outside day.

A walk in the park.

Bare feet in the grass, the ground, a welcoming seat.

Peace.

Baby buds on the trees, the brown, all turning green.

The leaves of All nurturing mulch all around.

This is a be outside day.

My own garden calls.

Time to pull weeds, plant some seeds.

Let wild flowers bloom in June.

This is a be outside day.

The screen door clacking behind me.

Forever young at heart.

Reminding myself to come in before dark.

-Allie Nardella