The Winter Blahs



They creep up to you in the middle
of a cold, dark and bleak winter day
when sunshine is scarce as pizza in a famine
 or as a rare occurrence of winter jasmine.

Oh man, you've got the winter blahs.

You and your honey are bundled up for a walk,
King Kong and Lady Big Foot holding mittened hands,
trying to recapture some winter romance
as each of you do an icy two-step dance.

Oh man, you've got the winter blahs.

Lethargy takes over as the cold continues,
television is boring and jokes are stale,
reading a novel requires more time
as you dream of living in a warmer clime.

Oh man, you've got the winter blahs.

Your retired parents send a postcard of
an exotic resort showing miles of beaches,
"Wish you were here, join us for lunch."
Only if you send a ticket----thanks a bunch!

Oh man, you've got the winter blahs.

Days are getting longer, breakup is here,
the snow is slushier as the temperature climbs,
you wake up from hibernation and see more sunshine,
with a smile on your face you know the winter
blahs are on decline.
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Submitted by Sonny68 on January 22, 2016

Modified on March 14, 2023

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Scheme xxaa B xbbb B bxcc B xbdd B xbexe
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,006
Words 193
Stanzas 9
Stanza Lengths 4, 1, 4, 1, 4, 1, 4, 1, 5

Sonia Walker

I have been writing poetry, short stories and articles of interest for over thirty years. Most of my writing has been published in small presses, journals and weekly community newspapers. It is enjoyable to receive positive feedback on my writing. Before retirement, I was an editor and co-publisher for a quarterly journal and monthly newsletter from Anchorage, Alaska. My philosophy is to write something everyday to keep the cobwebs away. more…

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  • Sonia Walker
    Sonia Walker
    The winter blahs is another form of cabin fever when old man winter refuses to leave your door.
    LikeReply 18 years ago

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