Blue.
Feeling Blue.
With icy tragedies.
Freezing us in place.
With no plans for the thaw.
A bitter wind howling.
Frozen tears in the brutal breezes.
Streaming through chattering teeth.
Frostbitten hearts barely beating.
Under layers of tragedy,
accumulated like skin,
under thick jackets,
but still too thin.
Souls swirling like snowflakes.
In wailing squalls smashing
on winter shores and spikey
icy sea spray and cold salty tears,
Coating and covering in sheets of ice.
Winter’s bleakness,
twinkling quietly between snowflakes and
tragedy,
muffled in thick snow underfoot,
as we remain motionless,
in our Blues.
