They call it winter blues,
But birds steal my sleep at dawn,
The coffee scalds my tongue,
And my showers are ice cold.
They call it winter blues,
But kids’ laughter clouds the words in my book,
Ice-cream trucks are buzzing,
And the sun won’t surrender to the moon.
They call it winter blues,
But handshakes are sweaty,
And hugs are cold.
They call it winter blues,
But ain’t the tranquil ocean blue?
The celestial sky?
And the ‘welcome baby boy’ balloons?
They call it winter blues,
But isn’t winter just a season?
Why does it stick all year long?
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
They call it winter blues,
But birds steal my sleep at dawn,
The coffee scalds my tongue,
And my showers are ice cold.
They call it winter blues,
But kids’ laughter clouds the words in my book,
Ice-cream trucks are buzzing,
And the sun won’t surrender to the moon.
They call it winter blues,
But handshakes are sweaty,
And hugs are cold.
They call it winter blues,
But ain’t the tranquil ocean blue?
The celestial sky?
And the ‘welcome baby boy’ balloons?
They call it winter blues,
But isn’t winter just a season?
Why does it stick all year long?