Out the window:- Overcast, high cloud and 6`C (how? when I am cold!)
Winter is here!
That faded memory when the day is darksome, it is 1.30pm and i am still not awake.
Oh Winter, the day feels so miserable, no paint hangs on this canvas. The scene before me and weather above complete a perfect match of a noir master-piece!
Before afternoon tea is poured it will be night-fall and this body will shut-down!
A nod to past ancestors, perhaps me too should hibernate…. duvet hiding till warm breath drifts in the window…..?!
I do diss-like winter for he leaves no promise, only cold hearts and hands a cold shoulder and too a bitter taste to all. Only we that cling to a invisible hope that may come in patches of yellow…..
In this January day in brown,
How will I stir, when morning light in frown,
Un-ascending till lunch touch-down!
And all i sight is scarce and brown,
In this cupboard bare-down.
(A verse from “Oh Winter” by K.Blackmore)