And speaking of feeling depressed...

Stop! When I hear this
song, I only remember
death and losing you.




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Your ashes now sit
in a cedar box. Winter
now comes without you.

Can You Tell I Find the Fog Depressing?

All Written Yesterday:



The hills' bright green dulled
by thick grey fog -- even the
sun's bright orb is dimmed.

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Fog curls dark fingers
around the tips of trees. Grey
darkens the bright green.

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Why do I seem sad?
Even the sun struggles to
pierce this dank morning!

Also Written a Few Weeks Ago...

A sliver of moon
against clouds made pink by the
glaring of streetlights.

One of the Nicest Things I've Seen in Weeks

Deep blue waters, sky
of grey -- the crane's feathers shine
bright white against them.

Obviously Written Awhile Ago Since We've Not Had Blue Skies in Weeks

The blue sky, the swirl
of the moon, the green of the
hills -- Daytime Moonrise.