Winter Blues
As the Sun sulks in a somber place,
shades of alabaster mask His face.
And like banshees crying out all alone,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.
Freezing temps take the fun out of play
when blustery winds won't go away.
And depression lurks on streets of snow
fearing Winter will never let go.
Blanketing earth in a white duvet
color is absent from Nature's cache.
And as geese flee a barren landscape,
life hunkers down; if they can't escape.
Winter's brush paints the city today
in dull hues of melancholy gray.
And skyscrapers anchor clouds of mist
stifling the air so odors persist.
Spiraling thoughts see sadness take hold,
driven by merciless months of cold.
And winter blues recall winters past,
dampening hopes this weather won't last.
(Rhyme)
4/6/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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