narcissus

All the leaves are falling, swirling, spiraling down more quickly every day. The wind keeps getting colder, and the nights are dark too early. I can feel the old loneliness creeping back. I try to push it off, to look for the gold in the long afternoons. 

I've planted some bulbs, and they live in a bowl on my bookcase. Making something grow is wonderful when everything outside is deadening. No life yet, but if I'm lucky I should have narcissus by Christmas. 

...they're awfully ugly, aren't they? :)