Winter Blues - I Cry For Color

I shiver tears. My joie de vivre; summer esprit’s lemon zest, lilac flirts and coral whispers have escaped me ~ grievous gray now flows through my veins. I shiver melancholia, entombed with my winter blues in the dark dreamless hollow of my frowning igloo. Draped in decor of dispirited drear I wear a wistful woebegone fog, an overcoat of overcast moods. I weep wall to wall in the listless light-less nights alone with my lonely longings - my psyche withers.. I shrivel a little more each dull day. I shiver sadness, my colorless tears cry out loud for color; yearning for watermelon sunsets, pink sands and swirls of marigold glee, for rainbows to color my lackluster laughter and fireworks to celebrate in my mirthless eyes, for Sol’s warm hands to tenderly undress and caress me and lay bare my soul straitjacketed by winter blues.