March 17, 2017
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Winter Gloom
I miss the swooping intensity of pure joy,
Like a hawk soaring above the treetops.
I miss seeing the world glitter and sparkle,
Like a dragonfly darting in the sun.
I miss the therapy of laughter,
Warming me like peach brandy.
When did I stop living life
And begin observing it through a dirty window?
When did existing in quiet comfort
Become preferable to dreams and adventures?
When did I become too sleepy
To enjoy hawks and dragonflies and peach brandy?
When will I wake up and live again?
Winter has not loosened its grip on Michigan yet. We were teased with spring-like weather in February, only for March to come roaring in like a lion. The crocuses bloomed, only to be covered in nine inches of snow. The robins returned, only to have to shelter from freezing rain and ice. The sun that shone in February is hidden behind the customary Michigan winter gloom. The usual winter gloom that settles deep inside me has been exacerbated this year by the absence of my husband. I do fine by myself for the most part, but day after day of no human contact takes its toll after a while. This weekend I’m going to a movie with my daughter and attending a geocaching event with my friends Val and Mark. That should help me get through another week. Soon I will head south to hug my mom and enjoy a dose of Arkansas spring. Maybe then the world will start to glitter again.
This gloomy winter stream of consciousness used the following prompts from the Winter Scavenger Hunt:
2. Use the words: hawk, therapy, window, peach, comfort
3. Include a dragonfly
Comments (3)
I loved the poem even if it made me want to go AWOL from my job and "rescue" you from the ho-hum of winter and solitude!! I am looking forward to Sunday's geoevent - I've got crossed fingers and toes that it will be dry...
The looking through a dirty window reminded me of my eyes before cataract surgery. It drove me crazy because it looked like a dirty window I was looking through!
I tend to need sunshine -- even just 3 days without is enough to begin a downward slide. But I come to life again when DST begins -- I feel much better when the light stays on longer in the evenings!
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