Poem: Living in the Off Season


Living in the Off Season

It is spring.
The lilacs are greening.
Tulips nuzzle aside the earth to bloom.
In the fields, the sheep bear dancing lambs.
The air is new, full of pollen and promise.

But you live in the off season.
The light is wet with autumn rain.
Leaves litter your ground,
bright and dying, a prelude to winter,
a melancholy carpet of color.

You pray in the morning,
in need of lightning,
fire in your soul, a sword of hope
strong enough
to change the seasons.

About this poem

Depression. When it’s heavy, I feel like I live in a different season from the rest of the world.

But like the seasons, things change. There’s always light somewhere.

Be well. Travel wisely,


PS – The picture was taken near a graveyard in nearby Salem, NY.


  1. I love the fact that you write about the tough things in life, like depression. It has really touched our family and is not an easy thing to deal with. God bless you Tom and all that you do!

    • If more of us talked about it, people who deal with issues would not feel so alone or stigmatized. To me, at this point, it is no different than admitting I have a broken arm. It’s just a thing you deal with.
      Thank you for your kind words, my friend.

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