Outdoor Poetry Season

Why "Outdoor Poetry Season?"

Because a lot of my poems begin with ideas that flowered outdoors. (Maybe "budded" would be a better description, but the word thuds on the ear.)

I can write a poem outdoors down to about 35 degrees. And get a little lower if I'm warmed up inside, but not ever below 30, thanks to the skiing trip I took with Buffy Aries and Danny Sobel some 45 or so years ago.

I frostbit a few fingers on that trip and they cause a little trouble off and on. I didn't learn to ski, either. But, on balance, it was a good trip. Both Buffy and Danny have given me much of value. Stuff worth more than the feeling in two or three fingers.