Seems like it was a year with little sun,
Or rain for all that that may matter.
I think it's mostly drizzled; we've been stuck inside
Steadily getting older still and fatter.
It's been a year since last I ventured
Even some bit of anything not required.
A year to clean, maintain, repair, improve
The space in which we find that we are mired
Some years are like that. This was one;
A year to surrender to the weather.
A time for bookkeeping, dusting, organizing.
For getting all our stuff together.
Drizzly years tend to be about
Maintaining, enduring, catching up.
Uneventful weather often sets the tone
The meteorological and emotional matching up.
When one has a season of that sort,
A year of tedious maintenance of the nest,
Probably wise to get your tools and plan
To do whatever housekeeping you do best.
Next year may be more satisfying,
A year to let your spirit break and run.
For once your life's again in order,
It's time to celebrate; perhaps there will be sun.
Have another go at drinking deep,
Of what's out there and waits for you
And from your newly ordered nest,
Strike out for challenges anew.
© 2024 by Tom King
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