November Drain

Hey everyone, 

I just wanted to pop in here and post something. Anything. I'm sending big virtual hugs to whoever needs one. 

Here is something I wrote this morning and if you are feeling just as perky as I am I hope it gives at least a sense of solidarity. 

Not a Primary Colour

Murky shades of

in between

Neither this, nor that

The loss swirls into

every colour,

lends the feeling of sorrow

to what was making

everything light -

the clear bolt

that flashed across my life

and re-ignited feeling

But November brings the dimming

of the light

All is shadow

My eyes can’t tell the green

from the grey

I want to sink into it

I get up -

saved by the minutiae of

domestic needs

and three small mouths to feed

A photo of a November day with colour, just to refute my own point.