Oh Spring

Why am I not happy for the snow as I used to be?
Where I took every opportunity to go for a walk
in the deep white snow

I would make snow angels, build snowmen until my
fingers froze to ice
mould hideouts of snow
put a candle in the centre
and see my little son jump for joy
well wrapped in woollen clothes and mittens

Now the snow is just a bother
Theoretically I could slip and
break a bone
The bus is delayed
the train too
The snow is heavy on your boots
and your muscles ache

everything is dull and grey
even though the sun is shining
between the clouds of snow

Young people find it so romantic
and white Christmas makes
the children joyous
They seem to get the most
of the snow
They make games,
build snowmen and snowwomen
hideouts, fight ferocious snowball battles
in the snow clad fields, ski in the forests and skate on the lakes
and make snow angels
They return home warm and tired
only to start all over next day

All seems so joyless
No I don’t feel anything
No joy
only see dark skies and heavy grey clouds
even when the sun is shining
and the moon makes the
snow flakes sparkle
like diamonds

All sounds are muffled
by the blanket of snow on the ground

All I see is heavy grey clouds
outside the window
and in my mind