Poetry: ‘Seasonal Depression’
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.
