It wasn’t for an eternityJust a week or two
I’d misplaced my rose-coloured-glasses
The world was tinted blue.
Unwelcome certainties and uncertain worriesSeeped out from the walls.
Old grievances peered from under the rugs
And skittered down the halls.
Sheets and undies were washed and foldedAppointments were made, mouths were fed
The path was cleared of snow
Desires were satisfied in bed.
Thoughts too dull for words to be written.Soul was twice shy, once bitten.
Winter, you whispered sweet-nothings in my ear
Why couldn’t you tell me what I wanted to hear?
February knocked at the window,The blue haze began to shift
The Sun’s spectrum burst from the snowdrops
Wrapped simple experience like a gift.
For it’s not those rosy old spectaclesThat painted reality anew
It’s an open mind and heart
Somehow I always knew.