My cure for the winter blues …


It’s cold. And snowy. And you’re craving the sun.

There’s no green, no warmth and life is no fun.

You cry to the skies, Let the sun peak out.

You try to keep hope, but in truth you doubt.

You know winter is here by the frost on the panes,

But it’s spring that you need to make you feel sane.


Don’t worry. It’s coming.  Something to tide you over until then …



51 days until the first day of spring.