The wind blows snow in curls of whirly swirls
Through frozen glass accumulation grows
This brick house a defense of stone, I know
Mercurial mood sinks down to near zero

And gazing toward the garden plants that stand
In flower beds turned into brownish graves
I reminisce the colors that they gave
Before their dead stem arms had black leaf hands

The poet in me frowns when sans the sun
Four walls, a notepad where self-pity looms
Death threats of tedium close in the room
Jack rabbit trapped without a place to run

The icy flakes keep crying from the sky
As ***** as the housecoat that I wear
No energy to even comb my hair
In winter trance keep watching life go by

Written by Sara Fielder © Nov 2014