Birdsong

[gun_smoke_blue]

I am muddled.

 

Winter never ends over here. There’s just white snow grey slush howling wind. The sky has no color and hangs close overhead like an unwelcome stranger. Everywhere is cold everyone is cold. Shouting and screaming in the halls, shouting and screaming in the house. Everybody is tense, drawn, pale, tired of stepping on each other’s toes and dignity. It is suffocating and I want to see the sun again.

 

But.

 

The sun came out today and the snow melted in roaring rivers and streams. My best friend smiled for the first time in a long time and it’s easier to laugh now. My brother still gives me hugs when he thinks no one is looking. I managed to punch my sensei in the face two times and got complimented for it. I read a poem that made me laugh.

 

I took a walk today and I thought I heard birdsong.

Comments

[nezumiko.livejournal.com]

Lovely imagery. I'm sorry life is so full of difficult eddies right now, and really glad you can find the things that make you happy. Hang in there.

[moonshine-honey.livejournal.com]

*Loves

I send to you the spring-green grass and flocks of bright-red cardinals. I send to you the scent of fresh rich earth and crushed clover underfoot. I send you the roaring high wind before the wild spring rains, like the ocean-waves through the winter-dark pines. I send you the ecstatic chaos of the spring thunderstorm, life bursting forth and rejoicing.

I send you the promise of spring and all it holds, renewal and warmth and sunshine.

And I send you the quiet presence of a friend to watch it all with, to revel and glory in it all.

Love love love, Suz.