When winter hits, the summer sunshine feels like it never even existed. This piece was written for an assignment in a creative writing class and is loosely modeled as a "sonnet". I feel it chalks up how winter makes me feel in a fairly short format.


Winter Blues

The weather got bad again

I know it sounds cliche

I'm like some god damn comedian

With nothing else to say


Snow falls and I feel like I should see elegance

I guess it's never truly that easy

I'm looking at the world with a loss of benevolence

Everything around me looking so dull and sleepy


The freezing cold makes a home

It sets up shop right in my chest

What feels like permanent residence in my bones

I wish I could give it a final rest


When will summer ever return?

Until then, I guess I'll continue to yearn.