Winter Blues

I wish I was a bear, so I could awaken to the spring.

Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

I’ve been feeling something of a hole,
like a fish in a net, desperate to escape,
or a bee in the desert without a flower to pollinate.

I feel alone, rejected, so low my heart aches-
for a cool breeze, barefoot under a canopy of bright green leaves,
and the roar of the ocean crashing on the shore only mere feet away from me.

~~Feathertales~~