Wednesday, January 28, 2009
These Dark & Dreary Days
These dark, dreary days of winter,
Press down upon my soul,
And leach the life from me,
Like a succubus in the night.
Once I was like a seed in the ground,
Waiting, germinating, hopeful.
But the cold, lifeless days have surrounded me.
And cloaked me with their siphoning darkness.
The light on my path is extinguished,
I realize now with maudlin clarity,
It was these dark, dreary days of winter,
That incubated my soul.