The frost has settled down upon the trees,
And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies
Of leaves that have gone unnonticed, swept like old
Romantic stories now no more to be told.
The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,
Their abundant summery wordage silence, caught
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront
Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.
Has some hand balanced more leaves in the depths of the twigs?
Some dim little efforts placed in the threads of the birch?--
It's only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on the sprigs,
Sitting huddled against the cerulean, one flesh with their perch.
The clear, cold sky coldly bethinks itself
Like vivid thought, the air springs bright and all
Trees, birds, and earth, arrested in the after-thought,
Awaiting the sentence out from the welkin brought.
--D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
Well, the holidays have come and gone. It's time now to knuckle down and get back to the old grindstone. I've always experienced a type of letdown after the holidays...and right about now it doesn't seem like this year is going to be any different. Already feeling the January blues. I've often wondered why this hits me as it does. Is it because I put so much into the holidays....decorating, cooking, etc....and then it's over before you know it? Or is it just boredom, have extended yourself so much...and now having nothing to do. Oh, I have plenty to do...not just what I want to do. Or is it that winter here in the city seems bleak, cold, and dull having spent my youth in the wonderful countryside where snow was white and clean, the air fresh and crisp? As I sit here typing this, the wind is howling, the sky is gray, and it is brutally cold outdoors. There is a wind advisary for tomorrow. Well, at least it's on Sunday, and I can stay all cozy in my home.
One way I rid myself of the holiday blues is by losing myself in my books. I started reading a good book last night, and haven't been able to put it down...."Medicine of the Cherokee: The Way of Right Relationship." I mention this because lately I have had trouble staying with a book, and it looks like this one is one to keep me engrossed. Winter is also a time when I seek to become closer to my ancestors with rituals and spending time on my family tree. As I look out at this harsh winter weather, I cannot help but think of how it was for them...many years ago.
Wondering if anyone else here suffers from the holiday letdown, and if so, what do you do about it?