Cloudy wet days in early spring
are like hitting the snooze button
again… and again in the morning.
The sun shines for a day or two
and fills me and my city with dreams
time used productively
dancing into summer spent blissfully
And then slip, trip stumble back into cold.
Cozy thoughts of hibernation return
pushing in over thoughts of spring,
like morning rain washing away intentions
of getting out of bed….
leaving the house,
and actually doing anything.
Ugg, shrug, snuggle,
mumble something about doing it later.
Stare from bed out at the day,
windy trees and dripping eaves…
But the nap is a trap
I wake frustrated, gluggy and foggy,
cold house, bored doggy.
What happened to feeling inspired and elated?
I brew a pot of affirmation
my own take on herbal tea blends
from that elusive woman at the markets.
I mix “focus” with “nerve soother”
like drinking positive thoughts
as if to flush the wintery day away.
I need a tea called “Sunshine”
So I may brew and pour that
into my state of mind.