Through sleepy eyes I watch the sunshine
Caress the grass
I know the smell of spring
But though the outdoors calls me
I cannot go
Another cold, with all its misery
Has gripped me
My yard needs care
This would be the perfect day
To clear the fallen limbs and leaves
To soak the light into my skin
To breathe in the newness of the season
Feeling very sorry for myself
I wrap the blanket higher around my chin
And blow my nose for the umpteenth time
Craving bone broth and toast
 

By Diane E. Dockum
©April 18, 2026