if you break down

by underswansea


Between winter and spring. It’s like wondering if you are walking in the right direction after being lost for a spell. The snow is turning up in patches. The trees are flatter than piss on a plate against the afternoon sky. The dogs hear mice under the snow and are excited. It is the earth warming bringing them to the surface. I try to share in their excitement but I can’t hear them nor want to eat them. The sun sets later everyday. You can feel it. It is a feeling you can take to the bank. But it don’t come easy.