10-01-09 Winter Miserable is the winter, so dreary and gray and cold In hibernation is the sun, muted it's shades of gold The flowers die, no more their petals to unfold Waiting for spring to bring life again, a beauty to behold Birds are headed southward on a warmth-seeking flight Skin goes into hiding to protect from cold air's bite Skies veiled under blankets of clouds that refute and dilute the light And people pull out coats and slippers to keep them warm at night Spirits fall with the degrees Under a shroud of sweaters and hoodies A cold that penetrates the layers, chills the marrow, and brings with it a cough and a sneeze Sickness is the only thing winter guarantees, perhaps even decrees So long we wait for summer and in a blink its over too soon Like the evening chasing away the noon Or the sun-obscuring moon Aged skin begun to permanently prune Into spring the winter seeps It lingers and it creeps The sun drowned in a sky that weeps Nature still sleeps
Yeah, so many people do. I'm cold-natured though and I stay sick until spring, so it's miserable for me.
