When you think about it, it’s amazing how sunshine, or the lack thereof, affects our mood and sense of well being. Given all that is happening in the world and with our economy, the short days and overcast skies (for those not blessed with living in a place like Southern California) that come with this time of the year seem like insult added to injury. All of us are influenced by how much light we receive in our lives, but some more so than others. Hence, the following poem:
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Why not something less clinical.
like the sunset blues?
or perhaps, rather, winter’s spell?
Till autumn recalls April, dues
are paid in sunshine,
a loss that lights the shortened fuse,
turning kin into things unkind,
thoughts to puddled mud.
Watch a grandfather clock unwind
until one’s sense of bad and good
as his or her shifting mood,
where nothing makes an impression,
huddled under cover,
but this dissembling depression
over the life of friend and lover,
waiting for the swell
of spring, when hell freezes over.