almost april

a note: it is almost april. the winters get harder to bear every year, i get sadder in my bones and heavier in my heart and find it harder to breathe. but it will pass. it is passing. it is already almost april. spring is blooming in front of my eyes, sunlight is filtering through clouds and leaves and mango blossoms. it has been a hard few months but i have been taking pictures and writing poetry to remind myself that in the right light, everything is burnished with gold. for too many days i have felt that i have lost all reason and meaning and giddy joy, all the metaphors have slipped through my hands like water, and the sky is a void through which i could fall forever. i am getting better. spring is breaking through. tomorrow i will try again. perhaps i will rise with a smile on my face, and remind myself of the miracle of my body and the miracle of the ground. perhaps i will even hear birdsong. it is almost april, and National Poetry Writing Month is starting. wish me luck!