I know tis
Imbolc, time to feel the first stirrings of Spring,
the promise of
new growth, new life and future blossomings…
yet, crawling
still thru fogged fatigue
I just don’t have
the will!
Maybe sometimes
the shoots of hope
Need longer
germination
To press snooze
and gerrumph a while before spring-like salvation
I shall place
trust in ancient cycles, power of earth and moon and sun
That bright
green shoots shall raise their spears
And the Tories
have not won!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7wNqWc2VRo