New Blues

‘Twas dark and dreary—

The twinkling long night stretching out before,

The cold air pinched—

It prodded round the windows and the doors,

Encased in warmth,

I huddled round the often-crackling fire,

And closely watched,

The warm flames reaching ever (and more) higher.

But though they warmed

Extremities, they somehow missed the soul,

Winter Blues

Had come, they weren’t about to let me go.

Then Husby hustled

Me out through the firmly frozen door,

Resolute

We’d go places we’d not seen before,

And now I sit,

And watch the breakers lave the spark’ling sand,

The seabirds fly

Or dive and pounce on fishes near to hand,

And all about

The world, the sun with colour, it imbues

The sky and sea

Give new meaning to the Winter ‘Blues’!

 Each month, Karen and her followers publish a poem on a theme.
January's? Winter Blues.
I'm liking my 'Blues'!
See what the others have done!

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Winter Blues

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