MOOD

My mood dampens

as the short winter days advance

my inner spirit sinks low

I bury myself with covers

lethargy, loneliness seeps in

darkness stabs me

my patience diminishes

as does the day's light

If I could hasten

this frigid world

my mood ought to soar

to higher ground

as long as spring daylight

elevates hope

to those

whose blackness

is hell

Reviews

[bigfootprint]

Another lonely soul with prospects of a long season of silence alone. Your imagery is poignant. So many somber references and little narrative to forestall the creeping shadows of dusk or age. I can identify with that. The days and nights of spring friendships seem far away. Excellent work, Betty.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a seasonal affective disorder. I like the brevity, clarity and descriptiveness of the poem, but if it is autobiographical, I hope you have medication available.

[Curtis.Lenker]

I know exactly how you feel in this poem. Its very relatable for me in life. This poem is beautifully written.