The Sun came out today,
Fuck metaphors, I mean that fiery orange ball
The frost thawed from my brain
and despite myself, I was happy.
I had no choice.
Just a little warmth and a little light
made me feel more than alright
The back of my brain took a stretch and a yawn,
Told my ass to get a move on.
My nose perked up and sniffed again
taking in old forgotten friends.
My ears thought, "What a tease, birds chirping in the trees. Don't they know this will not last, that their feathers will be ruffled by another wintry blast?"
And if my ears are of the prophetic sort and tomorrow turns gray and that bitter wind returns, will everything be O.K.?
Or,
Will I sink again into the folds of my bed? Drown my mind? Fall further behind? Or will this moment in the sun be enough to carry me through and stave off the rust.
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