Topic: For now, December
Thursday 27th 8.30 AM, I was in the garden when these thoughts came to me, so I wrote them down. Hope you like them.
Clouds invade the southern skies.
And hide the sunshine from the land.
The warmth from solar radiation,
Becomes a chill.
A saturation.
Where thoughts of spring in gentle breezes,
Chill in winds that pass through layers,
Shirts and vests, and warm wooly cardies,
Are scant protection, return depression.
And still desire for sun and warmth,
Impels me through the winter months.
Spring will come.
Spring will come.
For now, December. Outlook; COLD