Seasonal Affected Disorder
Awake in the darkness, curtains are not drawn,
sky a deep Prussian blue, with no sign of the dawn.
Daybreak six fifty-five, two more hours to go
'till sunrise at the speed of thawing winter snow.
Window slightly ajar, letting in the night's hush,
dawn chorus spasmodic, birds are not in a rush.
Seeking out signs of sunrise I take in the views
like a soldier's wife, patiently waiting for news.
Bedroom light left switched off, no comfort from its rays
giving scant consolation on short Autumn days.
On the Eastern horizon now a band of Azure,
I hungrily take it in, praying for more.
Greedy clouds cloak the sun as they muddy the sky
stretching out my torment as the minutes tick by.
As the gift of a new dawn is slowly unwrapped,
night time's bookends draw nearer, the shorter day trapped.
I shall revel in daylight, no minutes shall I waste
but savour the sights and the sounds and the taste,
for my mood feeds on sunlight at all times of year,
which is why, in the winter, I swap it for beer.
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