My True Love is Adventure

Companion for all seasons

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Photo by Joel Holland on Unsplash

Saw you on a winter morning
flying fast upon the wind.
Felt my heart soar up and after,
followed you around the bend.

In spring we hiked into a canyon,
slumbered on the valley floor.
Woke up in a ruthless rainstorm,
dodged the deluge; climbed ashore.

Wandered wilderness in summer,
roamed an unmarked mystic trail.
Met some singing wolves at twilight,
retraced routes to heed their wail.

Biked through golden leaves in autumn,
breathing scents of orange and red.
Camped along a talking river,
slept upon a mossy bed.

Scurried up a wintery mountain,
lost our way in mounds of white.
Slid back down a snowy hillside,
landed in the starry night.

Peddling free beside a mountain,
wildflowers beneath our wheels,
we can follow dreams together
high upon this grassy field.

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Shereen Bingham
What Is Love To You?

Communication Ph.D., venturing out from success as a scholarly writer to explore terrains of creative nonfiction, poetry, and fictional short stories.