When the weather's cold, my thoughts are too
A kind of lethargy flows through
My “get up and go” just ebbs away
It's a case of “cold rain stops all play”.
No matter what I ought to do,
A mental brake stops actions new
The dust piles up, the in-tray fills
With important documents and bills.
Those windows could do with a clean
I should polish my computer screen
Two Christmas novels by my bed
Glare at me sadly - both unread.
I tell myself to “get a grip”
Life's worth living – go for it!
But at the end of each cold day
My energy has seeped away.
Lack of sun and cold dark days
Affect us in so many ways
Have I got S.A.D - a new disease
Which causes all our “umph” to freeze?
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
S.A.D. = Seasonal Affective Disorder