Winter Blues
They call it winter blues,
But birds steal my sleep at dawn,
The coffee scalds my tongue,
And my showers are ice cold.
They call it winter blues,
But ice-cream paints the sidewalks,
Kids’ laughter clouds the words before me,
And the sun won’t surrender to the moon.
They call it winter blues,
But handshakes are sweaty,
And hugs are cold.
They call it winter blues,
But ain’t the tranquil ocean blue?
The celestial sky?
And the ‘welcome baby boy’ balloons?
They call it winter blues,
But winter’s just a season —
Why does it linger all year long?
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