The temperature falls
Cabin fever rises
We all catch
The same thought virus
We prepare our homes
For the contagion
We prepare ourselves
For hibernation
The big bad wolf
Is at the door
The raven pecks
Forevermore
Jacob Marley
Shakes his chains
Old Man Winter
Raises Cain
Spring forward
Lag behind
Daylight savings
Rob the mind
Spring forward
Fall apart
Daylight cravings
Starve the heart
Bricks in hand
We wall ourselves in
They huff and puff
And we take it on the chin
We’re dismay preppers
A horde of hoarders
We’ll never have to
Look past our borders
We see red
With our attitudes
Dreaming of a White Christmas
Waking to the winter blues
We go stir crazy
Mixing up our metaphors
Going out of our heads
Behind closed doors
Spring forward
Lag behind
Daylight savings
Rob the mind
Spring forward
Fall apart
Daylight cravings
Starve the heart
Love this, as a synaesthete – full of colour/sense imagery, to latch onto and empathize with. There’s a real poignancy to the words, though it takes a couple of readings to come across fully – that’s not detrimental by any means, merely an observation that the deeper waters flow here.
Excellent poem; Drew…
I really like your poetic insights and images on feelings, time that flows and seasons…
My favorite verses here are:
“Spring forward…/We go stir crazy/ Mixing up our metaphors/
Going out of our heads/Behind closed doors/”
Cheers,
Aquileana 😉
I’m going to let this be my anthem today! I made up a tune to sing it to and everything! <3
Thank you. This has been my accidental anthem for the last few years in Minnesota.