I have tried gallantly this winter to accept and embrace this season.
This season that shuts me inside for too long a time.
It is that time when cabin fever, or worse, the winter blues, has set in.
I feel I can take no more of the grey days, the white ground, the confinement to the house because of hazardous driving conditions.
I feel so alone. So desolate.
Turning to the words of poets, I am comforted to learn that I am not alone.
Despair from long dark days can only be overcome by believing and anticipating that spring will be here soon.
Why do I feel I cannot lament?
Because I don't like listening to others complain?
Because when I do, someone is quick to correct me and to tell me to look at the positive?
Now I must search myself for the quivering spring that is inside me.
If I continue to live in this winter in my heart, I will become so cold and brittle.
I feel that beginning.
It is time to melt my inner snow and let the buds begin to open.