Another gray and lifeless day
is all it takes;
for winter always brings a mood
of dark defeat.
The haze is drifting off the bay;
so I pretend
the air is cold and fires are lit.
I know despair.
It is a guest that stayed too long.
As seasons change,
emotions rise and fall like waves,
and rise again.
And winter never fails, despite
the temperature,
whenever days are gray and bare,
my eyes will burn.
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That's exactly what winter does to me. Cold gray days bring on melancholy. A beautiful depiction of winter gloom.10
Yes, it's funny, a gray day in summer when it's warm doesn't bother me at all, I actually like rainy summer day. But in winter I get the blues. Thanks for reading and commenting Nosheen.