A friend asked me
to a concert last night.  
I like music, but then
I thought about parking,
long lines, crowds,
and obnoxious drunks
and declined.

This morning I awoke
to snow on the ground.
I stepped outside
a purple flower poking up
through the whiteness
shivered along with me.
A neighbor was packing
skis in the car,
hurrying to get
up the mountain
before everyone else.

I wish I wanted
to go skiing,
I thought.
It’s been awhile
since I did that.
But again, I thought about
parking, and long lines,
and hundred plus dollar
lift tickets....

I am getting older.
I have done many things
in my life, enough to know
what things I don’t need
to do anymore.
And honestly, the list
of things I don’t want to do,
is longer than the other list,
the “bucket list”, I guess.

Here is a good place.
I think I’ll sit here
in the sunshine
watch the snow melt,
listen to it drip
from the roof.