Light But So Heavy
a poem
Cold October morning
The rain falls
Puddles in potholes
I long for Spring
half a year away
Come home in the
Dark. Yet our rhythm
doesn't change or fall back
thanks to artificial
Light. Light but so heavy
Let me drift to sleep
Wake me up with the bears
Every fall I am reminded by a description from Charles Darwin, of all people, when he was describing the season as it occurred in Northern climates.
Pensive stillness
"Let me drift to sleep; Wake me up with the bears" I love this--a specific and vivid image that, at the same time, is ambiguous, meaning whatever it means to each individual reader. My first thought was, "Ah, that sounds nice", like a retreat with a book in my bed which I love. It felt comforting. But for someone else that feeling of wanting to go to sleep and not awaken until spring may come from a place of fatigue or depression, or some other reason. Anyway, well done.