Even spring days can feel like molasses
Change your clothes three times
When nothing sits right on your skin
So try, try again
It’s almost too cold
To throw the windows open
Open them anyway
For the scent of fresh air
For twenty minutes of sun on the deck
Tuesdays pass, like all the other days
Your mind can’t latch
Can’t quite catch the right thoughts
For long enough
To sort through why even leisure
Can feel like knots in your chest
You hand out each yes so carelessly
Like you’re not walking a highwire
Straight into another fire
You were never a gardener
Every rose you planted died
Yet – it’s spring again
Nothing to do but bury the seeds
And try not to overwater
You change one more time
Softer clothes, softer mind
When nothing sits right on your skin
Try, try again
With Love,
Natalie