The tree wasn’t feeling good
Come closer it said to the sun
I need you
The sun slipped behind a cloud
The tree scowled
You don’t love me
And then it rained
The tree drank deeply from the soil
And took water into its roots
And felt well again
The sun came out
from behind the cloud
and said to the tree
Still think I don’t love you?
The tree just smiled.
Ah, January, I see you’ve brought me some ice. Please leave it by the door. I don’t mean to be rude but when you come around, you bring me down. Your clothes are drab, your demeanour cold and your jokes for all things winter, are getting old. I know you have to visit and I don’t exactly give you a warm welcome but it’s the same on your side of the fence. There’s no love lost, is there?
Still, you do make me smile sometimes, with your tales of Christmas Past and your Very Best Wishes for the New Year. You quite respect those who brave another of your fierce tempers and make it through to warmer times. I see that, as you go, you leave me with some hope for longer days and brighter mornings and the promise of the sun on my face. So thank you January, you are kinder than I thought. Ah, I see I have another guest. Can you say hello to February on your way out?
Ah, February, I see you’ve brought me some ice…
Let’s celebrate this season
It’s springtime at last
So far, we’ve had heat waves
And cold winter blasts
A spiritual awakening
A time for hope
A moment for faith
An era for growth
While we may not have sun
That’s warm enough to burn
The cycle of life
Has finally returned
There’s a bitter side to spring
Many people get depressed
Overwhelmed by expectations
To be their very best
Spring is when many
Mental battles are fought
And not just at Christmas
As is commonly thought
For some, spring is often
When morale takes a dive
It is also when people
Take their own lives
Outside is now thriving
But inside not so
The heart may be frozen
And cold just like snow
When I was summer
I resisted spring
But now I’m in Autumn
It’s a wonderful thing
I hope that they see
Through the dark and the grey
A light shining through
To a brighter day
I pray that all
Of the shadows are chased
For those who can’t smile
When the sun strokes their face.
-Sue Young
Things In My Head 