Springtime Blues

 With the arrival of spring, my difficult half of the year has officially begun. Meh. I posted this last year just after I wrote it, but am posting it again because it's that time once again. Meh.

Song of the Season

Spring-summer and I,

we just don’t get along

as the nights get short

and the days get long.

The sun comes out

and I overheat

while wishing the rain

would come down in sheets.

The flowers, they bloom

and then clog my head

while my lungs start

to feel like they’re filled up with lead.

The grass starts to grow

and my throat starts to burn,

then my plummeting mood

becomes cause for concern.

I miss seeing bare branches

against a grey sky,

my depression returns

and sometimes I cry.

When solstice arrives

and folks welcome the light

the great joy for me’s in

the lengthening night.

So spring-summer and I

are surely not friends

and I get less depressed

as we get near the end.

When the days grow short

and the nights grow long

I’m back in the seasons

to which I belong.

Give me the dark,

the rain, and the cold--

Autumn and winter

don’t ever get old.

You know what they say--

that all things must pass,

but to me spring and summer

are pains in the ass!

13-14 May 2020

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