a years worth of poetry

concerning winter depression part one

downbeat feet shuffle in their sleep.

routinely do they sweep the streets,

outwards through the night with cheeks cherry from sleet.

their eyes might rest upon the skies

but instead reside within their sighs that leave skin hollow.

and with steamy exhalations, fog rolls down the road

to cover the somber winter that is sure to come as day.

and as they move closer as does the winter,

the seasonal bittersweet treat theyre unaware of tasting until

the fires barely burn and the coats are too thin for the bones and skin

and their emotional status is somewhat akin to old eastern berlin

but dont worry sweet heart.

your heart pumps warm and your blood moves thick

hold it still yes it will

sway away the depression and leave you awash

in spring sunlight covering your sun tanned cheeks

and make those feet move to a higher beat.