The sun’s come out, finally
My clothes are back, in their appropriate spaces, once more
I can see my arms. My legs still hidden
I can see the day, finally!
Will this, – sun, spring, light – cure my mood swings,
my long face will it vanish with the dead trees
which hang about in a limp forskane silence… hoping, wishing without words,
to see themselves again, once more, as normal trees should.
with Branches and leaves
What is a tree after all. I have always wondered
In the same way that I have about day time…
What is a day, if there is to not be light?
SPRING IS NORMALITY
my last spring was; three months ago (?!)