Autumn Song

I've been in and out of one doctor's office and medical facility after another in the past two weeks. Injected, scanned, lit up like a Christmas tree...up to and including an ER trip turned overnight stay at the hospital over the weekend that accomplished frustratingly little in the end.

My blood count keeps dropping. They know why. Yet they just keep sending me on from doctor to doctor.

I wish they would just fix it. My primary care doc wanted to put me in another hospital and was talking transfusion- I am battling it out at home, doing what I can and trying to figure out my next move. I really, really wish dealing with the medical system wasn't so much like Chess. Because I totally suck at Chess.

In short: I am one whipped puppy right now.

But to tide you over until my next post- a little something I just finished.

It started as one line that came to me earlier tonight, watching the leaves fall to the ground beneath the weight of a truly bone-chilling rain.

Hope you like it, and hope you've all had a good week, whatever you've been up to, and an even better weekend.

~bru

Autumn Song

There is no time but spring, said she

all others are just longing

exists no hour save twilight

-stars to hold me until morning

***

There is no life but love, said he

-too meaningless a thing

the moon can only mourn as I

for she who dreams of spring

Over endless oceans deep

veils of cloud-mist shield

the dawn from tears of autumn skies

dead leaves beneath her yield

***

'Tis spring for him at least, thinks she

on rambling walks he'll roam

sunlight falling o'er his face

as would my kisses, were I home.

February Grace, 2011

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