((with thanks & apologies to Sherri Spelic for the inspiration!)
Commiserating with March… When the rain falls, I dip. As the sun shines, I rise. Gray clouds loom on the horizon Darkness is always swirling inside me. Days grow longer and evening stretches On this other side of mid-life. The trees are brown and bare Life is hiding deep inside them I am gray with deep lines. My body tells my story, incompletely. March enters like the roaring lion March exits like a gentle lamb I have been here, roaring gently. Perhaps the roar should grow louder? …the weather shifts.