PROMPT: Hobby or Pastime

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite hobby or pastime?

I don’t collect favorites. I like reading, hiking, writing, swimming, playing, exercise, traveling, cooking… each in its due time for its due time.

PROMPT: More

What could you do more of?

Walk in natural settings.

Buffeted [Free Verse]

Wind buffets the hilltop;
I lean into each step,
Bracing against the blasts.

My jacket snaps like a flag
That waves in the wind
On a tall pole.

At times, I feel light on my feet --
Disconcertingly so --
As if a few more miles per hour
Of windspeed and I'll be airborne.

I curl my toes in a futile attempt
To grab the lining of my shoes,
Shoes that aren't solidly affixed
To the ground in the first place.

The boulders on the hilltop
Channel the wind:
Speeding it up,
Swirling it in eddies, unseen,
But which attempt to swing me
About - square dance style.

I will be sore tomorrow or the next day --
Sore in my core and in my feet,
And I'll wonder why...

PROMPT: Excited

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

Going for a walk this morning. (I’m like a dog that way…. except I don’t pee during my walks… usually.)

“Beginning My Studies” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

Beginning my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness -- these forms -- the power of motion,
The least insect or animal -- the senses -- eyesight -- love;
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish'd to go, any further,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in ecstatic songs.

Jolt [Senryū]

on a narrow ridge,
covered with fine dust,
my foot slips. I’m awake!

Pebble Walks [Haiku]

crude tracks weave, merge,
 & part on the pebble beach:
  sober drunkards' walk. 

Elephantine March [Free Verse]

The herd is on the march.

They lumber with slow
      determination. 

The young achieve   
       playful swagger,
        but aren't allowed
         too wide of the line. 

I wonder whether they're
       going someplace good?

Summer Sky [Haiku]

watching the sky,
 as i walk up the hill,
  i trip on a rock.

The Scrublands [Haiku]

dust rises,
 in little eddies,
  with each footfall.