Winter Upon Us: In-Between Season

Grad school demands precise composition, my kin creates constant thought-patterns bordering imbalance. Rough requirements - erudite, emotional - encase my poem-process, locked-up sentiments with no expression. Depression - a condition well-serviced by Fall. To remember Spring - to remember to begin again. A poem from another today, for inspiration, for hope, for looking forward to Saturday...




"Spring and Fall"

to a Young Child


   Margaret, are you grieving
   Over Goldengrove unleaving?
   Leaves, like the things of man, you
   With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
   Ah! as the heart grows older
   It will come to such sights colder
   By and by, nor spare a sigh
   Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
   And yet you will weep and know why.
   Now no matter, child, the name:
   Sorrow's springs are the same.
   Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
   What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
   It is the blight man was born for,
   It is Margaret you mourn for. 

-Gerard Manley Hopkins