Euphoria of resplendent spring eroded
into amorphous grey blob all around.
Columns of ants in the bathroom
and the tax return awaits attention.
Nothing seems to matter much
and everything annoys me.
Another wet day, the fourth in a row
not conducive to cheerfulness, and no,
not the end of the world quite yet, so
I’ll put on a smile, dress nicely and go
for a stroll. That’s me being positive.