the blue muse

The sun on my face yesterday, feeling warmer than it has of late,
and I felt that tiny shift in season.

The days grow incrementally longer, the angle of light changes
ever so slightly, and the craving for green begins.

January has been a month of external turmoil.
I wish I could say otherwise, but that is the truth.

Already, 2015 has been a challenge.
But those are the years that make you grow.

And so, I hang on. We hang on.

The thaw will come and color will coat my senses.

I hang on.

It’s a crazy ride this life, a crazy ride.

I hang on.

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