Worry is a walk through the dry husks of overblown spring flowers
Gathering burrs
Gathering burrs
I look down
My socks are full
Bristling with prickles that once were pretty
Now they cling
Biting my ankles
And it is easy to think the burrs are the problem
And not the surface,
the sock
the thinking
Changing path
I step carefully after dark
so as not to wake
to 2.00 blinking
blinking
*why is it that so often we wake into negative thoughts at night? Is it that without the distractions of the day our minds are easy prey to the slippery slope of worry?
The photo above was actually taken last spring and there were so many beautiful wild flowers out west due to the rain. This spring is entirely different.
Here are some others to remind me what a “pretty” spring looks like instead.
What a beautiful way to describe worry in your opening verse! At two in the morning there is nowhere to run from our negative thoughts. I try reading something uplifting.
Thanks Rosaliene and congratulations on your new book! I’m still catching up with recent news but it looks really interesting.
Thanks so much, Kate!
Waking up there. Harvest time here in Michigan. I love the fall. I won’t be so happy in mid-Feb….
Yes Lynn, Spring has sprung. It can’t make up its mind though and wreaking havoc with mine. One minute it’s hot and I’m celebrating in new summer pyjamas and then last night I had the fire lit again 🤷♀️ Autumn is lovely, I think even more so then spring here because we have such scorching summers.