Raindrops on roses

And bags 'neath my eyes
Mishaps at practice
And brains that are fried
Brown paper lunch bagses
Strewn 'cross my room -
All of these signs
That the winter play looms....

Splinters - trees - blunt swords unblunting - knees bending in scissorkicks - toes that won't point - sports sports sports - three and a half dances left to go and bits of all the others - plug in new folk old folk sport folk sick folk - keys locked inches beyond reach - and a car engine that decided to give up on the way back home - and another, lent, that stalls, sputters and dies at green lights when one is late to work due to unseasonable frost.

Dear God...Amen.

Mood: *flop*
Music: Nada
Goodness is: Sue R. coming in and putting all of life in perspective. Thank God for wise women who minister through their very being!