once i was full of ideas
now, my very thoughts wither
nothing of any import occurs during the spring time.winter is dark and depressed
with false cheer
blinding sneaky sparkle-dazzle
creeping up on you
to kick you when you're down.
summer is endless heat
baking your brain
with the eternal mirage of hope on the distant horizon
only it feels like you never get there.
autumn is lovely crimsons and rusts
dusty greens holding out
and a million shades of brown;
i love this time of year
with it's light showers and late thunderstorms
the frosty mornings that promise cool days
and warm sun.
but spring.
the
soggy,
sneezy,
sniviling
snotty
season.
spring is misery.
i itch all over;
i sneeze all day;
i can not evict this headache;
i can not shake this dreary boredom;
i feel sick and lethargic.
i want sleep . . .
i need sleep . . .
i do sleep . . .
i need more sleep . . .
i want to sleep through spring.
i hate this season.