It wasn’t for an eternity
Just a week or twoI’d misplaced my rose-coloured-glasses
The world was tinted blue.
Unwelcome certainties and uncertain worries
Seeped out from the walls.Old grievances peered from under the rugs
And skittered down the halls.
Sheets and undies were washed and folded
Appointments were made, mouths were fedThe 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 shiftThe Sun’s spectrum burst from the snowdrops
Wrapped simple experience like a gift.
For it’s not those rosy old spectacles
That painted reality anewIt’s an open mind and heart
Somehow I always knew.
