And still I tell you it's Spring

The world is turning grey and white again. Snow is falling, sometimes thick enough to blur and distort the trees two houses down, giving the sense that there is a portal to another world between here and there. Other times, snow falls sparely, barely noticeable flakes drifting down almost seeming like a product of the snow-mad imagination. It's been an interesting winter. But I do believe it's spring.

The weather having been warmer lately, snow will only stick to the coldest things--metal fences, tree limbs, piles of dead leaves. Me. It hasn't been the best weekend or the best week. Yesterday was better somehow, but now that feeling seems like a mood borrowed from someone else's life. So tired, still wondering what I can do and whether it matters what I do. I'm trying to find some warmth inside, some sign of life. Today I feel like a cocoon, lifeless shell with the hope of life inside. I do hope it's spring.

Minions and MegaPoems

In cheery news, I got a card in the mail featuring this cartoon! Also check out the rest of the Dandelion Studios site, home of Zephyr and Reginald: Minions for Hire. Art work done by the same Dandelion who drew my cute hummingwolf icon. Go see!

Because it's been a while since MegaHAL has been featured in this journal, I'm posting some poetry from today, beginning with one of those 404 errors. (For the uninitiated: No, this stuff isn't supposed to make sense.)

404: Not found
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
to single saturn, last and solitary;
and his, who did not kill him?
was it famine or scurvy--i fought it;
i thought: how ridiculous, how off-base.

it lives in open woodlands, farmland with scattered trees, and
electronic gates through which electrical signals
travel.

( Yes, there is more )

["Mouseketeer ears in my eyes"? Sounds painful.]

(no subject)

( Disturbing thought. )