Headstall's Reflections - 75. Chapter 75 S.A.D.

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S.A.D

As the tendrils of winter

Lay claim to world order

Days falter and recede

And long nights take over

Temperatures fall

And the sun becomes weak

Colors soon leach

And vistas turn bleak

Under feeble light

We huddle and sigh

Robbed of our joy

Our cycles gone awry

It’s a yearly curse

Winter’s scourge on men

So we play our waiting game

Like bears in a den

Our thoughts become dark

With focus on survival

Our wills doing battle

With our February rival

It’s a time for reflection

But not the good kind

Yearning for the days

When the clouds leave our mind

The cure is within reach

But penance we must serve

Until March heads to April

And we round the final curve

When the tilt of Earth’s axis

Works in our favor

And spring’s power begins

The renewal we savor

Gone are the shadows

And those short, dark days

We can return to ourselves

Once more free of the maze

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