As this Melancholy unfurls.
I wish I knew why for.
In winter time it’s easier,
The fault lies with the world.
I can blame the lack of noise,
I can blame the skeletal trees,
I can blame the early darkness,
For my lack of joy.
But What purpose does it serve?
When life springs anew
and I can’t enjoy all
The beauty of rebirth!
A woman in a brown jacket standing in a forest with a full moon