Melancholia
A Poem for the Woes of Winter
Nov 16, 2021
Melancholia
The chill creeps in
As I sit in the window.
Smoke puffs from
The chimney next door.
Ivy covered in frost
And icicles fall;
December sinks in
Like a cold-shouldered
Old friend.
I try to stretch,
Reach my toes,
But my own bones
Feel covered in snow.
