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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4411 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention middle winter blues Frank Faust it may be because I've stopped observing clouds the bundled lump mountains of cumulus streaked cirrus and dotted spots of fleece that populate the sky have not held my attention although the bled-grey watercolours I noticed this morning were interesting at the time they have gone now and all there is left to see is a dirty half-darkness broken by occasional faded blue and filter sun not worth the placement of pen in paper Dominic is pleased to hear my news for the second time since I told him I have enjoyed a free latte at the Chelsea Central Café I don't know if he is like this with all his customers but he seems genuinely pleased that I will be returning to live in this area close enough to be a regular again I think he may have taken to me because I claim to be a poet because I gave him a framed poem about himself and about the café and the street for the Christmas before last he will be a neighbour when I move I am weary of this winter with its low misery I have hardly stepped casually from the house in two months not counting a week spent in the sun on the Gold Coast three degrees too cool to approach perfection perhaps it is a winter depression that has crept over me sneaking up through the days and nights of July to settle like frost and dandruff on my shoulders sunshine seen through the window is a deceptive lie there is no warmth in it and the wretched clouds that I no longer notice seem to hover in wait ever-ready to replace brightness with a pall that arrives in the blinking of an eye it could be because of that |
