Winter Blues

I’m tasting all the raindrops

Wondering where they’ve been-

Over the rainbow and back down again

to make my day so grim.


I can’t see my friends for woolly hats,

copy-cat umbrellas and pavement walks.

‘Cheer up!’ for the second time today

(And neither of you can talk!)


Drying my shoes on the radiator

(and drying them still an hour and a half later).

It’s not beautiful, it paints me blue

A second coat for fingertips.

And they say it’s romantic, too!


Romance doesn’t make you shiver,

beauty won’t tell your teeth to talk

And every time I’m out of milk-

those wretched pavement walks.


Pavement walks, our pavement pacing

Someone tell me why we’re racing.

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