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My Winter Psychology
by Deanna M GritsonisThis gray sky is killing me.
My premature thoughts of spring are not helping
I wonder about the absent of color this time of year.
Walking around in this very black and white spectrum, where polluted slush and salt stains, and cold cold wetness attacks me.
Its a little annoyance that makes my eye twitch when I take my shoes off and step on the wetness of my pants.
Its fitting isnt it, to suffer months of bland times?
I hate that my nose runs
Where are the buds of May? I am waiting in the middle of February to see green again.
These desolate times are making me sad, my eyes pine for warmth and color.
Even when I get high it is really now just to keep me warm. Stonedness washes over covering me like a blanket.
The color dies with winter.
A part of me sleeps till its warm enough to play.
02/12/2004 Posted on 02/12/2004
Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 02/12/04 at 07:21 PM Perhaps this is why I love Cardinals so much, to me they symbolize hope and passion in the winter. Some people buy special blinds and lights, to fight the darkness of winter and its depression qualities. Important poem her- hang in there. |
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