It is not my best season. Something
About the light, the length of the day increasing
Irritates rough edges of nerves.
I shield my eyes and join
Throngs of travelers
Reveling in balmy breezes.
Better, winter dark,
The close blanket of cloud
That hangs on the buildings downtown.
The rain and snow and wet.
A time of thoughtfulness,
Twilight reminds me of love
And the end we all come to,
Melancholy that moves inward.
Primordial this urge, visceral.
A caveman seeking
Warmth in the cave
Where light filters in dim through the opening.
I hope the rains come soon,
The sky grows dark,
The fog and blurred dawn
The thunderstorm making early night
Redbuds flower and soon the lilacs will erupt
In fragrant bouquets of bloom
I treasure them, even as they remind me
Winter’s still a long way away.