Maladjusted

All afternoon I kept thinking how the other side of the year was and is going to be early spring. I think it's the missing foliage that is doing this. Having it abruptly cut rather than fall through weeks is shocking. The birds and squirrels don't seem pleased at all. But they are probably not thinking of spring. Birds and squirrels I think are pretty much stuck in the moment. In a few days they'll forget the that the foliage was ever there and they'll get on with the business of autumn. Me, I'm not so sure. I'm likely to keep forgetting it's not spring every time I come into the room and see that afternoon brightness. What I'll think on gray days I don't know. That it's midwinter already? Entirely possible. I've always been a bit maladjusted.


( Sunday Verse )