Winter – Literal and of the Soul

Sometimes I despair of myself.  A whole weekend, a long weekend, and what have I done.  Nothing!

I’ve shuffled from one room to another endlessly, done a small amount of reading, watched some Dr Who on Sunday evening, taken a drive, visited my Mother.  Did I do anything I felt I should have?  like the housework, like making jewellery, like achieving anything?  NO I did not.

I don’t like it when my mood gets like this, listless, restless, empty and forlorn.  So much time passing, opportunities lost, war with myself of the “I should/I don’t want to” variety.  The garden is a mess, the lawn is shaggy, weeds throughout the path, and my Neat Freak personality has gone on an extended “I don’t care, not interested” holiday – most likely to somewhere with 24 hour sun.

Winter, time of frost and rain and grey.  Harbinger of SAD.  12 more days till the shortest day.

So, trying to end on an up note, here are some photos of this mornings frost.


Frosted Leaf 2
Frosted Leaf 2
Rose Frosted
Rose Frosted


Purple Frost
Purple Frost
Strawberry Runner
Strawberry Runner

Seasonal Affective Disorder

I’m a battered old “wind-up” that has lost its key
a “down-to-the-last-dregs”, no power left battery
the season has turned and the sun disappeared
and its happening again, just as I feared

the grey skies have brought out the gloom within me
the cold makes me ache, and my eyes do not see
all the beauty in trees as they drop their leaves
nor sunlight on clouds pushed fast by the breeze

I’m looking inside where the SAD now resides
the morass and the muck where enthusiasm dies
I struggle to move, to wade to the shore
but gravity sucks, I sink downward much more

Each morning I wake up, and silently plea
“don’t let the SAD in, don’t let it touch me”
I put on my armour as I brush my hair
I swear to pretend, that it isn’t there

I wish for some chocolate, some wine and a friend
to come to my rescue and make the SAD end
if only this moment, if only today
your friendship, your laughter, can drive it away

so sit by shoulder and raise your glass high
I’ll tell you a story, we’ll laugh and not cry
for right at this moment with you by my side
SAD agrees to my offer, we’ve called a ceasefire

© ceenoa 23.5.2014