Clear Drops of Rain...

Clear drops of rain—

Trying not to be depressed,

I gaze at pine branches.

Why keep living?

Why keep living?
Well... There're those blue flowers
on the rosemary, for a start.

I bundled black socks (9/24/14)

I bundled black socks: 
the pile of faded color
depressed me.

They Say...

The danger comes when 

inertia's gone-- you're alone

again, feeling too much.

5/4/14

Tried to walk it off.
Still depressed when I got there,
despite warming sun.