The beginning of February and another cold, grey day.
Winter feels endless.
What is the sane response to the rainy misery of winter?
I feel a streak of despondency, a touch of despair.
Will there ever be another beautifully
blue day with warm breezes?
The ground is muddy and the landscape is
an endless mirage of brown leafless sticks.
I feel a little more disgruntled, a little less sad.
Should I crawl into a soft warm bed and wrap myself
in cozy, comfy blankets until the spring arrives?
Should I stomp around the house and spread
my general ire at the world?
I chose the saner method and expressed
my inner discontent.
What sort of redhead dresses herself to the nines
and stands back while the world burns?
An irritable, petulant redhead who is
tired of grey winter days!
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