the time come in these northern climes
when the weather begins to turn
just as the leaves have already turned
from vibrant, living green to
colours that, while they may look beautiful
are none-the-less dead.
my state of mind, like the sky
has turned a dull, drab grey.
i long for the sun to SHINE
and banish the grey from both
the sky and my mind
but it is stuck, resolutely
behind those grim, grey clouds
and ironically, i find i want to
cling to this mind frame.
i find a strange sort of
repulsive comfort in matching
my mood with the sky like
i match a tie to a shirt
a strange comfort that leaves me
cold and desiring bleak solitude
rather than warmth and fellowship.
i suppose it helps that i know
the spring will eventually
kill this season of cold and
but for now, I’ll swath myself in
Written for dVerse Open Link Night. Today was drizzly and grey, and my mood was a match, so this poem is a little darker than what i usually write. Of course, I think of people like Mr. Björn Rudburg who live significantly further north than me. Not sure how you manage it, my friend! But here’s wishing one and all a warm winter surrounded by friends who will keep things anything but bleak and grey!