Please help me,
The grey clouds
Of fall have moved
In today and I am fighting
The sleep that comes
With a rainy fall morning,
Blustery, wet leaves
Of gold and red,
Making the winter
Blanket
Over my mind…
I want to go back
To bed.
In fact I could,
Yet the world
Needs me to
Work,
Do my chores,
Homework,
Responsibilities
Threaten to
Bury me in the
Earth for a permanent
Sleep.
That I can
Write this
At all is a miracle.
Please Beloved,
Ground me,
Bring me clarity,
Focus…
For the fog
Makes it hard
To see you,
Hear you,
Walking through
The world,
Is like swimming
Through pea soup!
I don't have
The brain cells
For a sophisticated
Request,
Full of beautiful
Poetic verse.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
