Early in the season of hope, when life renews
With the last of frosts and the first of blooms
Before the days are longer, I get a case of the blues
My heart grows heavy as I feel it begin to loom
Just for a short while, the depression wins
Dragging me under, blinding me to the beauty I see
In my constant battle, I forget to let the sunlight in
Pulling and shoving, my gloominess won’t let me be
Glumly, in the mornings, I rise and face each new day
But the moroseness will only last for a short time
When the vision around me finally makes it all okay
And enjoying the sun’s warmth, I can make a rhyme
Rising from my misery, to stand in awe of the enchantment
Watching the flowers grow, lifting me from my despair
Raising my spirits, causing them to soar with abandonment
Dancing in the green grass with no cares, the wind in my hair
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Comments (19)
I get this ♥
Relatable. Lovely poem.
Loved your poem. Nicely Done!!
Beautiful …. and how I feel after rain, rain - when the sun breaks through- Spring flowers and the birds singing. Do you pay for that AI program? It turned out so great!
This is wonderful! Every line is worth reading 😊
Beautiful poem. I loved 'Rising from my misery, to stand in awe of the enchantment.' 💕
Fabulous ♦️♦️♦️
Well-wrought! Old man winter's icy grip thaws slowly.
Beautiful poem - don’t worry mother combs Spring in on the way. Flowers and trees are blooming here in Delaware. Nicely written poem.
Gorgeous nature poem!!!❤️❤️💕
Wind in my hair reminded me of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. Loved your beautiful poem!
Ahh the spring blues! Yes. I suffer from this. 😐
Brilliant poem….I always feel happy when it’s sunny but love being cool♦️♦️♦️
Your poem bloomed and had me dancing in the grass! Fantastic poem!
I love the changing seasons & they do tend to lift my spirits. But what works even better for me is people watching, especially children, how they interact with one another, help one another, reach out to one another.
May Spring take the blues away. Well done, Sharon.
This was really lovely. The weather definitely affects your mood. Hope you’re doing ok - I heard the storms were pretty gnarly in southern Missouri.
Such a great poem, Sharon! I can’t wait for the true spring to come.
gorgeously-penned and inspiring, Mother! 💕💖