When winter blues settle—
by a. noelle
A thick pile of cotton, throws, down;
A cloak of fog stretched beyond the fort’s perimeter;
A musty fragrance to which you’ve grown accustomed—
Throw open the doors and shake the dust from the curtains!
Venture into the white mist!
Collect Nature’s fragments in your satchel.
Then bring them home to awaken your spring senses. Why wait?
Play on those winter blues.