Phil Ochs Lyric Index is a site I found while looking for the music to Phil Och's rendition of the Noyes poem, The Highwayman.
That was triggered by a post of Steven Riddle's.
There is a poem about April being the cruelest month. I would disagree. I think October is the cruelest month. I find it especially hard now that I live in New England rather than California. I know that winter is coming, and with it, depression. The beauty of the leaves turning seems a mockery. The occasional warmth of the Indian Summer is taunting me, as I know that frost is also here, and snow will be falling soon. It is time to prune my roses, and I dread that as well, sending them into a near death from which I am not sure they or I will return.
I have fought SAD for most of my life, even in Southern California. I know that I will do better if I eat my fish on Fridays, get out in what sun I can find and get some exercise. I have my full spectrum light bulbs all over the house and also in my office. I know that I will get through this, and Advent becomes Christmas as Lent becomes Easter. Still, I approach this season as I approach working out my salvation - with fear and trembling.
I feel your pain, Alicia. I try hard to enjoy the beauty and the bounty of the fall, but with fading of our so highly anticipated summer and the specter of winter looming, it's hard to keep the chin up. I suspect many, many people feel the same way, only they are not willing or able to give voice to it.
Alicia,
I just wish that I could reach out and give you a hug. You work so hard, and I know that you are tired and that this change of seasons is tough for you. I will keep you in my prayers.