Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,

I am gray within

The breezy world beckons

My legs immovable lead

 

The cheery chirping

While I wallow in quiet

The joyous awakening

I choose to give a miss

 

I wait in patient gloom

For the apathetic autumn  

Mirroring my own ennui

Preview to the forbidden frost.

 

 The Tuesday Platform

"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.