The sun fights hard to pierce the cloud
But mist wraps round us like a shroud
Deep puddles mirror barren trees
No snowdrops yet, just chilly breeze...
Morale is low, are you surprised?
How can it be otherwise?
And as for news – both fake and real
It can our happy thoughts soon steal.
Most times I am an optimist
And write down good things on a list
But deaths and drama make the news
And our troubled minds confuse.
So tell me, YOU out on the Net
What is it that makes YOU upset?
Methinks the dampness and cold rain
Is causing Hope to cry in pain!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018