Moods

Before winter sets in, I am charting what "mostly fine" looks like.  I tend to remember the good days and delete the bad ones.  I am relatively new to figuring out depression for myself.  I think birds will figure in somewhere.  They always do.

While everything

Is mostly fine,

I put my moods

On paper.

I think a collage

Might be more appropriate,

Bits and scraps of colored paper

A flower here and there

A stone or two

Certainly some birds.

I have never

Been easily categorized.

Still

Last night hope

Settled down around my shoulders

Rather like the soft blue prayer shawl

A friend made for me.

Dickinson said “hope

is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul”

I knew birds

Would figure in here

Somewhere.

*Emily Dickinson's poem may be found here:  http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619