adventures in dysthymia

Monday, December 11, 2006


The mockingbird greets the chill
gray dawn of December.

Feathers fluffed, he seems twice
the bird he was last summer.

How have I so dwindled
from the man I then was?

Stephen Brooke ©2006

a piece somewhat in the form of a, not kosher, er, korean, in terms of syllable count but, as with haiku, I think english language sijo may be better going a bit shorter.

Well, it's been quite a long time since I've posted here. Visits may well continue to be sporadic, at best. I'm settling into the Peanut Road house somewhat, lots to do yet on it (years worth of remodeling, I reckon) and lots of other work as well. I've been on the road quite a bit and expect that to continue. Maybe even increase!

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