The fever & the cold
are odd bedfellows.
Even goldfinches turn down the heat
during their autumn molt.
I lie fallow, letting bloom
a virus that slipped in
under cover of affection
& now withers in the ditch.
That’ll teach you to be affectionate, eh?
Yeah! (Though I suppose some would say if I spent a little more time around kids, I’d build up more immunities and holidays wouldn’t present such a crisis.)
“Bedfellows” works on fine levels. Nice pairing of pics here — the colors, the shadows, the shapes & objects.
Reading this after a student presented me with Frost’s “Fire and Ice” today as her recital choice. Fevers and colds only feel like the end of the world. (At least to me, and I have a sinus infection, far preferable to a virus.) May your virus continue to wither but in some other ditch.
Thanks, Peter. Glad you liked the pics.
I was thinking about that Frost poem the other day, wondering how it would be read in volcanic Iceland. “You mean we get to choose?!”
Ach… you too? Sorry. January always seems to open the door to some virus or another. I’m feeling crappy today. Hacking cough.
I’m actually feeling almost well today, knock wood. Hope you have a similarly speedy recovery, Luisa.
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A mosquito dreaming in a cage for a bird — Laura Kasischke
A mosquito dreaming in a cage for a bird