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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

Date: 10/21/2021 7:20:00 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
Date: 10/21/2021 7:25:00 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

Date: 9/28/2021 4:50:00 AM

I can surely relate Milton, keep smiling!! Happy Tuesday

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/28/2021 8:07:00 AM

Thanks, Mike. Of course, I know I'll always be happy again come April!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/27/2021 9:27:00 PM

Love the ending! What? Come on Hank! Please say you are kidding!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/27/2021 9:50:00 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!