I Am Tired…

…but still pushing for blooms.

My alarm woke me up at 5:00am. I took my medications and went back to bed—weeks of trying not to puke my guts out after taking my meds have helped me realize that sleeping an hour or two, after the morning doses, lowers their nauseating side effects. I got back up at 7 or so… my flesh and bones felt like a frozen lump of lead… I passed out again, and didn’t get up until noon…

I’m starting to feel rather sympathetic towards Spring. I’ve seen her trying her best to push Old Man Winter away—we’ve had a few days that kissed 70 degrees Fahrenheit, crocuses and tulips are starting to sprout, dogwoods are blooming, and the blue jay that steals my peppers has been making rounds… Spring is moving forward, even when she has to paddle through Winter’s ice.

True Spring will get here soon… then Summer’s heated kiss… But until Nature, my will (and manmade remedies) melt the ice out of my flesh and bones, I shall keep writing my-Self awake.

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs? How’s spring behaving in your bit of the world?

Tulip Sprout

I Turn to the Soil

With the Sun three days in hiding
and the breezes May-hot in December,
I turn to the soil
for a glimpse of New York winter…

but there is only fall,
whispering of already reached limits
and wishing for natural sleep.

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Process Note: New York City has seen no snow this December. The temperatures have been so mild that if I close my eyes, I can fool myself into believing it’s spring. The whole thing makes me all kinds of anxious; for as much as I enjoy the fall leaves clinging to their trees, the green brightening the grass, the berries blushing so prettily… every time I consider the implications, my heart hurts and my brain worries.

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