What do you do with a 70* day?
Do you stay inside and do the dishes?
Or do you open the doors and blow dandelion wishes?
Do you fold all the laundry that is baskets and piles?
Or do you walk through the field, the woods, for miles and miles?
Do you make the beds and scorn the mess?
Or do you watch the robins return home to decompress?
Do you keep the blinds closed and curtains drawn tight?
Or do you throw them all open and embrace the spring’s light?
70* days, in March, are rare in our state
so outside we all go; the inside can wait.
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Much too beautiful to stay inside. It is going to rain, at least here, so inside things can wait until then.
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Piles… miles…
mess… decompress.
So glad the outdoors won out!
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I loved the back-and-forth motion of your poem. Unfortunately, I did not make the right choice today and did not get out in the fresh air to “play.”
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Ah, this is so sweet. I’ve live in Michigan and Iowa, so I know how wonderous these March days are. I am so glad the outdoor 70 degrees won the day.
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Love the contrasting lines and rhymes. Sounds like you had a lovely day outside and a picture to prove it!
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