Without Springs – 12th May 2026

Despite my tinnitus
I could hear 
the tapping of rain
on the tin roof
outside my window
when I woke this morning.

This is a new world
without springs.

A village of nosy neighbours,
stray cats and lazy dogs.
We move from overcoats
to bare skin across a weekend,
as ants start to make their move.

With each tap this morning,
I recall old English April showers
and, still shivering,
jumping over puddles
to wait for the school bus.

But this is a new world…
and the meaning is not so easily heard.

Another anti-spring poem from here in Thailand, where spring does not exist. And why should it?

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Kindness Is Always The Right Response

Can you be kind to the backstabbers?
Love your enemies and those who hate you?
Kindness is the only thing that matters
This is the strength that will await you