winter gets me down
cold, impressing upon me – seeping
through my clothes and pushing
pushing me under blankets, foetal position
hiding alone.
Grey clouds scud past each other, masking
the sky, cold wet porridge, each day
looks the same! the same dull grey
increasing this feeling
lifelessness, drudgery
I feel alone – cold –
useless – I want to sleep until
sweet sun returns.

This cold season was our winter of confusion;
you made choices, I made decisions…
(some a time we switched places)
amidst the sweet-tasting, wistful
memory of Our Golden Summer

Now Spring is here, and as
– we met in Spring – and as the
warmth seeps into my bones, I feel
we’re heading for the sunshine.

Spring ’06


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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