Just mop the damn floor…

It feels wrong to close curtains
on rare winter sun, so I don’t
but must admit to resenting
how it highlights the cleaning
I should’ve done but have not.
I know it’s not the sun’s fault
but forgiveness proves difficult
when presented with flaws  
hidden in shadows all winter
long. There’s an easy solution,
take duster and mop and clean
up all that bothers, but easy
has never been an option.
A penchant for suffering
has always been my problem.

~The H Word~