Waiting
Oct 31 2023
It feels like I'm always waiting
for the season to change.
As if I’m just settling in
with the new normal,
and it's already time
to put the shovel away
or unearth the rake,
think about a wardrobe change;
plan for summer tires
winter oil
the holidays.
My tendency, however unfortunate
to be easily bored,
to take for granted
the seasonal pleasures
and become impatient for change.
The future
with its promise of better,
novelty
which always wins.
What about living in the moment?
Simply being,
Instead of planning
taking charge
over-thinking things?
Letting the universe unfold
and being carried along in its wake?
Like when we were young
and those forever summers
before time sped up
and we were still carefree;
no rush
to get things done
or even do them at all.
Now, on the cusp of winter
waiting for snow.
No grass to cut
no shovelling,
no spring chores.a
Just waiting, on a dull day
that seems so much colder
than I remember it.
Excited.
Ambivalent.
Impatient to get on with it.
Cozy fires.
Long nights.
Winter holidays.
And in the first big blizzard
snow-stayed,
with too much time think,
my monkey mind
turning wistfully to spring.
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