Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
What You Had
Posted on February 10, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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mid-winter depression a state of mind
comes with the cold
everything happens as it always has
you felt it less
when you were younger
thinking less of who you are
or what you had
and more of what comes next
it is surreal
a time of the year
when you don’t want to believe
what you were led to doubt
days-old snow and salt stains
suspended
as if nothing is happening
remains of the days
sediment of continual mistakes
the sentiment of our leftover pain
with mean-spirited weather
and the threat of more
there is no warmth
© 2021 j.g. lewis
