(because this blog became basically the mental health blog, right? So stuff about mental health belongs on here even if it happens to be in the form of blank verse. Maybe)

I think that spring has come. The trees are budding,

Some in bloom; and down on the canal,

The pair of moorhens have a nest in train.

This week I saw my first queen bumblebee.

But all this only speaks to me as long

As I can focus wholly on one thing –

Regard the branch, or bird, or bud so still

That all else is denied attention. Else,

The clamour of my mind and of my pain

Repaints the spring in foggy winter grey,

And illness spirits all spring’s growth away.