I’m sure somewhere
someone is
shoveling snow.
Someone is shivering,
Cold-quivering,
Angel-making,
Snowfall flaking.
It is March after all.
But today,
the sun tickled my toes.
Burned my nose.
As I sat basking,
Zero-tasking,
Soaking in the shine,
Out among the pines.
Backyard antics,
Time to do tramp tricks.
It is March after all,
March in Colorado.
I am participating in the tenth annual Slice of Life Story Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.
It's About Making Space 
I miss Colorado…I love visiting there. Sounds like a perfect weekend to greet the coming of Spring!
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Thank you for the smile!
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It was hard for me to decide what is my favorite line from your poem with some much powerful language. I am still torn, but I decided on this,
“But today,
the sun tickled my toes.
Burned my nose.”
Awesome!
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I also loved the language in your poem! My favorite part is “As I sat basking, zero-tasking….” It sounds heavenly. ~JudyK
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Miss Colorado. Thanks for taking me back! 🙂
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I love the first two lines
could be a springboard for so many poems
another vote for
basking
zero tasking
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