L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

Seasonal Depression

Soon I will feel the familiar pall of dread
As the sun slips toward the horizon
And the north winds come calling again
With bitter frosts and bone-aching chills
Ice-encrusted limbs follow the cold rain
While midday is lucky if it sees the sun
I am lucky if spring doesn't find me dead!

written September 27, 2021

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Curtis Johnson October 21, 2021 at 7:20 PM I like this Milton. Chicago has always been my second home. I never got used to the winters. Good lines. Blessings. L Milton Hankins October 21, 2021 at 7:25 PM Thanks, Curtis. More and more I am inclined to hurry south when the cold winds start to blow. I will spend at least a month's worth of this winter in Florida if all goes well.

Mike Gentile September 28, 2021 at 4:50 AM I can surely relate Milton, keep smiling!! Happy Tuesday L Milton Hankins September 28, 2021 at 8:07 AM Thanks, Mike. Of course, I know I'll always be happy again come April!

Caren Krutsinger September 27, 2021 at 9:27 PM Love the ending! What? Come on Hank! Please say you are kidding! L Milton Hankins September 27, 2021 at 9:50 PM Well...I would consider myself lucky! I don't plan to be dead, but this time of the year with seasonal depression brings those kinds of thoughts into one's mind. I pick them out like nits and toss them into poems!