Poetic Winter

Here we are in the bleakest of season;

My heart needs lifting in a major way.

Mild depression without a reason;

Leaving this poet without much to say.

 

Now the solstice signals the corner’s turn;

Let’s drum up the sun; Let’s drum up the sun.

Christmas carols as the Yule log doth burn,

And yet we find another year is done.

 

The daylight seems to be in short supply,

The dark nights seem to stretch on forever.

My spirit inside me just wants to cry,

Now the summer’s heat I miss and treasure.

 

My mind like a metallic toccata;

As my spirit plays Moonlight Sonata.

 

12/29/2017

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Hoping the fires of the New Year keep you warm and toasty my friend. It's going to be in the single digits here. I've stocked up on coffee and herbal tea. As for thawing the creative muse, you seem to have the hot water bottle on her feet already. Cheers to the New Year.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I bet you don’t miss those pesky bugs! It’s what I like about winter, clean air, no humidity, no bugs. One can always dress for cold.

Regards,
Al

[Cynthia Sharp]

Thanks for this gift of words lighting my life and night

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha .... word .... ;)
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