Image by Idearriba from Pixabay
A five o'clock sunset in a cold day
with moonless sky, icy path,
and blurred street lights as if to say,
"Get used to it--winter is here to stay."
The night will be dark and chill,
despite your dream of spring and daffodil.
No fear, no despair--
just numb yourself with food, drink, and Advil.
Zoom with friends and foes alike;
holiday dinners in spite of Omicron.
All the fuss, all the hypes, all the jingles and jangles.
Binge a show or join a maddening shopping crowd.
I feel pangs of heartache--the perpetual nostalgia;
I think about you--my unfinished love;
In all the half read books, abandoned drafts, awkward one line or two,
I see the image of you.