Not so Springtime
Winter has gone. None too soon. Summer is here. Was a spring supposed to be. The days are hot. Nights muggy. The skies occasionally pour down some to remind us of what the monsoons could be. Everyone wonders when they will be. Or if they will be. Moving on is the way of the universe. Nothing remains static. Even a solitary leaf on a short lived branch has a place to be and a time to be in. Good for her. She came in a time of great personal stress. Found hope and happiness. And then some more. And maybe a promise of a future that could be. Which was not to be. Testing times. Patience. And more tests that the collective destinies of two souls bring with them from a previous birth. Or from the insanities that grew in this very. The moon passes through clouds that attempt to hide it from the world. Succeed they don't. Each night it gets rounder. The light gets brighter. My clouds get darker. The clouds mass together in conspiracy. Calling up thoughts and memori