SAD

The last few days have been unseasonably warm and rainy. Temps the last few days have been in the 60's. Quite a change from the cold we've been having. Actually set a record yesterday.
There are many of us who battle with 'seasonal affective disorder'. Lack of sunlight is the main culprit, and this month has been no exception with many a cloudy day.
I take doses of vitamin D along with St. Johns Wort to help with the blahs that bother me. It was years before I was able to find out what caused my mid winter depressions.
Just a little info from the Darkside if you are wondering why you get the blahs about this time each year. X.

Exposition

Sam lives in a treehouse

he hates it down on the ground.

thinks there's too damn much goin' on

"it's all just a bucket for people to shit in."

is what he thinks.

Like bugs in a hurry

goin' nowhere,

acting like they know something.

Seeking knowledge,

denying the truth.

 

Sam is perfectly happy

alone with some poetry.

He writes lyrics for the birds,

they supply the melody

and the music is fine by him.

He can dance to it.

 

Sometimes he has to climb down

through the leaves and limbs,

get his feet back on the ground.

Last time, he walked to the fence

gazed at the road below

and shook his head.

By dark, he felt kinda dirty,

had to bathe in the crick,

his boney ass resting on the rocks,

head sticking out of the water,

he looked across the mossy bank

at a deep patch of sky

said, "Damn big bucket!"

 

 

Vol Lindsey