Winter Blues
As Sol sulks in an obstructive place,
flakes of alabaster mask His face.
And like a wailing banshee's dreadful moan,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.
Falling temps take the fun out of play,
as blustery winds blow hard all day.
And depression sullies falling snow;
hinting Winter will never let go.
Snow blankets all in a white duvet,
color is absent from Nature's cache.
And as geese flee this barren landscape,
creatures hunker down; they can't escape.
Salt and slush coat the city like clay
in dull hues of melancholy grey.
And skyscrapers anchor clouds of mist;
stifling airflow, as flurries persist.
Spiraling thoughts let sadness take hold;
driven by merciless months of cold.
For city folks recall winters past;
dampening hopes this weather won't last.
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