Sinus aches.

Oh, someday the spring will come.

But today I am gifted with a sinus headache. What joy.

Morning,
if today I do not greet you
with my usual gusto,
ready to see what you have in store for me,
It is not my fault.
Your sister Night
teased me in my sleep,
nudging me just enough
that I thought she was Miss Twilight,
and how long I lay there,
not quite asleep,
not quite awake,
as Night dragged it out forever.
And now I sit here,
heavy eyed,
and wish for the rest
she took from me.
Ah well. Perhaps Lady Midday
will look upon me kindly
and gift me with a nap.