Winter Blues - I Cry For Color
I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zested
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.
January 4, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Free Verse: Winter Blues
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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