Winter Blues
As the Sun sulks in a somber place,
flakes of alabaster mask His face.
And like banshees crying out all alone,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.
Freezing temps take the fun out of play;
when blustery winds won't blow away.
And depression sullies days of snow;
fearing Winter will never let go.
Blanketing earth in a white duvet;
color is absent from Nature's cache.
And while geese flee this barren landscape,
life hunkers down if it can't escape.
Salt and slush coat the city today;
in dull hues of melancholy gray.
And skyscrapers anchor clouds of mist;
stifling the air as flurries persist.
Spiraling thoughts let sadness take hold;
driven by merciless months of cold.
And city folks recall winters past;
dampening hopes this weather won't last.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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