Shaking The Winter Blues

In winter I feel my wiring’s all wrong
or I’m a popular song whose melody
has gone. A quickstep turned slow
with nowhere to go and nothing
to show that I’ve been here at all.
I’m in free-fall, to oblivion, with no one
to call, but that’s the wintry effect.
I hope and expect that spring will return
and deflect all my sadness. Re-wire my brain
cleanse with spring rain. Chase cob webs away
with gentle refrain, to remind, life’s not in vain.