The dark, menacing clouds
roll in this morning --
Smothering all that lives
and breathes
the early March sunshine,
including my spirits.
But my spirits have always
been easy to crush. . .
and in turn , lift back up again.
But this particular morning,
the clouds are murderous,
the fog is suffocating,
the sun is nowhere to be seen,
and I know
. . .
I know my spirits will never lift again.