After a week of snow it finally broke, and started to melt
and with it sliding off the branches and dripping off the gutters
it looked like the sky was crying, the earth
collapsing in on itself
and with the snow clung to the gutters like a vice,
making the trees look like linebackers
with their shoulders slung low,
what a relief it must have been,
when suddenly the weight from all that snow slipped
off, and the branches sprung back up.
Is this you, Depression?
The weight that won’t shake?
Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose. 
Depression can be tricky, it can make you believe it will never leave you.
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Yes, I can imagine Lee—thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!
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Excellent. Most times I see sports metaphors, it’s employed clumsily, I guess that’s just par for the course, blah blah, but this one is excellent, I instantly got the image of the hunched trees and the relief when they could straighten up. Yeah seems like a vise-like grip but it does shuck off, always does melt at some time
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Nice, I have misgivings about sports metaphors too (I can’t stand sports!) but glad it worked for you Robert, thanks. Sorry to hear about your car and the ice too, by the way.
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The gift that keeps taking.
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Ha, that’s good.
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depression – always a heavy wet blanket and never welcome at any party
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Makes for a stiff drink
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Funny, I got bit by the Cornell bug again recently, can’t stop listening all over again.
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Ha, it’s coming on spring! River of deceit, baby!
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Winter is a mad season. Spring is a sweet sunshower.
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Ha, you know it’s actually November and the PNW mushroom season that makes it “mad!”
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That’s what I ashroomed.
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Man I can’t even go there. We need Ross. I am not worthy.
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Might take a flannel of experts.
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Aw man I’m feeling baited. That’s top notch.
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I’m just glad this post is old enough in internet time that most people have moved on already. If you’re not embarrassed for me, I’m plenty embarrassed for myself. Signing off!
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We’re just old (but it’s okay.) There’s a place for us, still.
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