It smells like the rain.
The Earth awakens again.
Water on red leaves.

-Cailin

For the first time in a while I feel like I'm not buried in homework. I just finished my last reading response, 24/24! Now all that's left are 5 collage pages, some community service (which I'm doing tomorrow) and a 12-page paper due next week. Oh yeah, and a final for History of Modern Psychology. It's good to get all those papers off my chest, I'll tell you what.

I am so jealous of you people who are off frolicking and enjoying yourselves right now (you know who you are), so be sure you're thankful for the time to do those fun things!

And now for a procrastination haiku.

So many nights gone
Lost in the frigid Winter
Regret, unbidden.

-Cailin

Just a poem that's been in my head for a long time.

( Spoonfuls of Water - by Me )

"Fog"

It's a cold kind of mist
And the grey coat's kissed
By the many
pound-a-penny
Water droplets that persist.
In this moment view the vail
Snaking wind that winds the trail
Disturbing peaceful soft suspension
Send them spiraling
-towards ascension.

-Cailin

I am not a particularly special individual.
This non-specialness is not exhibited
By any sort of individualism
Or non-conformity.

I'm not an outsider.
I'm not an insider.

But I'm not lonely.

I smile at at misfortune of some
and the fortune of others.

I'm not a perfect person.
I'm not trying to be.

I accept my own faults
But I keep working at it
I'm trying to get better.

I don't even know what "better" is
Everyone has a different opinion.

I'm no Chameleon.
I'm just me.

One of my favorites.
( Robert Frost (1874-1963) Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening )

-Cailin