Icy Winter Blues
These bones ache at their beauty.
Blues so wicked cold.
I am trying really hard not to hate it.
It held off this year, coming so late, for here we are in mid-January and it really just arrived.
The thing is, I think that delay made my inner clock think it wasn’t going to come this year.
I was enjoying the soft, thick sweaters instead of bulky, down-filled coats.
The well-soles walking shoes instead of fake-fur lined boots.
The way your cheeks got just pink with the above freezing coolness, instead of burnt red from the wind chill’s bite. Oh, and those tears coming out of the corners of your eyes, from the pain …
I swear I am part bear.
Meant to hold up in my cave.
Snuggled in a cozy ball, dreaming in bright colors,
of green, green grass,
bright red flowers,
and sunshiny, warm light on my cheeks.
But those Icy Winter Blues are hanging around for a while, it would seem.
Better break out the “Make it Bearable” toolbox !
Stay cozy, Beautiful Ones.
Happy Friday !