The heavy cloak of cloud, unmoving
Enshrouds the helpless January city
Bereft of Sun and Hope
Captive to the endless grey
Muted - not just the usual busy sounds
But the possibility of sound itself
Yet amplified - the normally thankfully silent
The Bleakness screams
The grimy Roadways shout
The ice cap choking the river chortles
My footfalls, as unsure as a newborn
Weak and tremulous as I attempt to navigate
Not snow, but frozen, jagged, crusty Danger
Once white, now dingy and mottled
I press on, not because I want to
But because I have to
No possibility of surcease
My whimpers are as lost as the shadows
in this Sunless clime.
Enshrouds the helpless January city
Bereft of Sun and Hope
Captive to the endless grey
Muted - not just the usual busy sounds
But the possibility of sound itself
Yet amplified - the normally thankfully silent
The Bleakness screams
The grimy Roadways shout
The ice cap choking the river chortles
My footfalls, as unsure as a newborn
Weak and tremulous as I attempt to navigate
Not snow, but frozen, jagged, crusty Danger
Once white, now dingy and mottled
I press on, not because I want to
But because I have to
No possibility of surcease
My whimpers are as lost as the shadows
in this Sunless clime.
Sorry, friends. Even normally irrepressible Labradors get the January blues. If it insists on being winter, I believe I would prefer a sunny minus 5 degrees to a dreary plus 3!
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