Quiet, but on the move

Spring is in the air
Blackbirds now sing at first light
The wind is dropping

The last nights were cold
Early sun gave way to rain
(And hail, yesterday)

Yet still, there is change.
Spring it is a-coming in;
Needs to get a move on!  :)

Relief

Scan results arrived.
A blue and white envelope.
I started to shake.


On opening it,
Brain could not comprehend words.
Deep breath! Try again


and it is ok.
Relief floods through me. I cry
but only briefly.


Into the garden
I stand in the warm sunshine.
The birds are singing.

Arabidopsis

Not yet Ides of March,
But beware, sister of mine!
Beware I tell you!!


Arabidopsis!!!
flowers in February!!!!
It will soon set seed!!!!!


Beware I tell you!!!!!!
One plant will become hundreds!!!!!!!
Then where will you be????????

Misery

A few unkind words
And my world comes crashing down.
I want Dez back here.


But he can't be here.
I need to pick myself up
and keep on going.


Yes, I can do this
but I miss all that he was.
Life with him was fun.


Life can be fun now.
I need to work out how and
not expect too much.

Monday morning faffing

Overcast today.
Church bells ringing in something -
First day of half term?

Paul is in training;
Prue off to collect her car;
Sarah to find arse.

Sans arse, one finds it
Difficult to get through life.
(And legs can drop off.)

Not sure where it went;
It was here all Janu'ry.
Then it buggered off!

No get up and go.
I have a round Tu-It, but
It isn't the same.

(Those things raise a smile
But don't have any effect
On motivation.)

Need to Get Stuff Done.
The sticks and carrots don't work;
It's arse or nothing.



[Note: for anyone boggling at the above, it stems from the phrase "I can't be arsed," that is, "I can't be bothered".  This led on to "I've lost my arse" as a description for the feeling of ennui that saps the desire to do anything, and things just went downhill from there.]

Sunday

The sun is shining
But the wind is still chilly
Calm between the storms.

Post-breakfast spodding,
Trying to find my lost arse.
Think it might have drowned.

(Paul has just told me
Ash is a type of olive.
I am underwhelmed.)

The sun is nice, but
Outdoors is unappealing.
Blame the winter air.

What? No car?

Friday ends early.
Record Office all went home.
Car locked in car park!


Padlocked barrier.
Number is withheld from us.
Paranoia rules.


I caught the bus home.
Four pounds fifty to my door.
I'm here. Car is there.


I'll bus on Monday
Then we'll be reunited
Little car and I.