Poetry: ‘Seasonal Depression’

Graphic Joey Bruce

With my heels trudging against

Frost-kissed grass,

My toes seek the crunching sound

Of the latent fall leaves,

And I grumble,

Voicing my displeasure;


As the incessant noise

Of snapping branches,

Bared to the greying sky’s scrutiny,

Echoes hollowly in the vacant park,

Like a whisper that permeates

The folds of snowbanks and icy slopes,


I feel my resolve

Dissolving into a flurry 

Of snowflakes

That wink at me mockingly

Amid the sunlight

And discordant wind.