Season Of Tears

Seasonal depression.

It has started

Earlier than previous years

With the Goddess' tears

Upon the dying land.

 

As She tries

To wash away

The remaining evidence

Of a crime committed

By time.

 

To no avail.

 

For my soul mourns

In the gathering darkness

Which claims the land

In its grip.

 

Sinking

Ever deeper

Into the realm of sorrow

And despair.

 

I feel Her

Withdrawing inward

As the tears transform

Into bitter cold snow.

 

Covering Her children

In a blanket

The coroners forget

In their rush.

 

Offering faint solace

To a grieving Mother

As She buries them

With love.

 

Knowing

This shall past

Once the thaws come.

 

As Willie pokes his head out

To yae or nae

For 6 more weeks

Of winter.

 

Until then

I endure

Praying for

A quick end.

Author's Note

Willie is Wiarton Willie, the Ontario groundhog, who predicts winter's end.

Reviews

[therisa]

I understand your husband's suffering, as I almost dropped out of university, during my first year, because of SAD. I was told, at the time, it was homesickness. Never mind, October and November, was one big rain storm, until the snow came. I hope, your husband has a lightbox, to help him, with SAD.

[MomzillaNC]

SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is very real and can be quite painful, both physically and psychologically. My husband suffers from SAD and the cold physically causes him pain on top of depressing him.