Winter Blues

As the sky darkens, so does my mood. The clock says it's not much past noon yet I feel it must be close to midnight. The closer the storm, the further my energy goes and the closer I get to deep slumber. Snow they say, but it surely won't be a bright happy snow or else I would no doubt be wide-eyed as a child in anticipation. No, this storm threatens to bury me deep inside myself until the thaw releases me from my chilly seclusion. Oh Mother Nature, I wish I could escape the shackles you keep tightened around my emotions.