'Tis the Season

Changing seasons means so much more
than falling temperatures and varying climates.
A blueness falls in heavy clouds of lethargy
as the holidays approach faster again.

I feel a fullness descend upon me
even before the feast has begun.
The task of shopping weighs heavy
upon my shoulders and I trudge
from store to store.

I need my own Santa and workshop
of elves to get me through
the next few months. I need to keep
from drowning in a sea of frost.

Changing seasons means so much more
than the mere temperature drop. It means
it is once again time to search
for my sanity. I hope I find it.

Words

The words,
they come not today,
claim an emptiness
when there's so much to say.

The hunger to be heard
resounds throughout.
The silence that follows
causes doubt.