Seasonal feelings + start of week 2
Good first week, am definitely behind on blogging. Have a post going on pain tolerance but its still murky. Also haven’t forgotten my gerotranscendance and low vision seminar blog – I’m like two months behind on it – but it’s in a pile on my desk, it shant (that’s a weird word) be forgotten.
I have to admit I’m struggling a little bit – Fall is typically a very hard time of year for me and I have my good days and bad days dealing with some seasonal depression. Yesterday was very hard on me, today hasn’t been nearly as bad. I’m doing laundry and wrote up this poem – it’s a piece of crap but that’s okay – because it’s basically how I see the seasons. I’ve been getting daily poetry from the Writer’s Almanac (Garrison Keiller sp on NPR) and it’s like word candy to me so um, yeah. Anyway. I’ve got to go finish laundry, run some errands, get ready for tomorrow, blah blah blah, so I better go…I’ll probably post again tonight about expectations for this week – scary – when procrastinating. Click the read More to see the poem, don’t blame me if your optic nerve shrinks.
Some call her Autumn
She peeks around the corner
embraced with open arms
Come in, come in! Stay!
Pumpkins and turkey and family holidays
Chilly nights, hot cocoa and cider
Rosy apples & crisp cheeks.
Her husband is Fall; Aptly named
He arrives; my sanity departs.
A perfect inverse correlation
Unable to focus on Autumn’s kindly warmth
I am too distracted by his morose accessories
He is Foreboding; Gray
His incessant rain a smothering blanket
An army of red, yellow, purple marching
A flamboyant pride parade
Mocking in their colorful suicide
So does my mood
Panic rises as the sun sets
earlier each day.
It has not been a nice trip
See you next Fall
Banging, banging, banging
Winter barges in
I grudgingly accept; there was no choice
Landscape barren and deeply frigid
Mother Nature with an empty womb
Naked trees in nudist colonies
I am Winter Alice in Wonderland
Bewildered; grimly desperate
But not berries.
Hibernation a constant craving shhhh
Sleeping away the harshness
Has a gentle pulse
Bringing along her favorite 4-letter word:
New beginnings a cliché
But that’s why it’s true
Hey little buds; glad you’re finally arrived
Thawing warming growing
Popping up like prairie dogs
A crocheted blanket of blossoms
Prissily sashaying in the wind
Winter has left the building.
Timorous blossoms fading way
Into Verdant maturity
Says the thesaurus.
Mannerly trees sternly chiding
the riotous kudzu.
Informing Kermit it’s easy to be green
Drinks of sunshine and lemonade
Children and cicadas shrieking with joy
Darkness a distant memory
Baking in the sunshine