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Having Winter Blues

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Winter blues have got me,

they just won’t let me be,

the snows won’t melt away

and I’m sad every day.

Winter blues,

the saddest there could be,

wondering what remedy -

I need to chase them away.

Sitting in my room,

outside the window

that blanket of white hasn’t melted away,

and it feel like those silver flakes are falling on me.

Winter blues,

grab on and hold you,

they make your soul,

as cold as ice.

Wonder if there’s a chaser,

for the winter blues,

perhaps a snifter of cognac -

just to melt my frozen heart.

They’ve come it seems to stay,

from me those winter blues won’t stray,

musical note I look to chase them –

from the farthest shadows of my room.

Winter blues,

come Louis blow your horn,

let’s fill this room –

with a different kind of blues sound.

Sounds that warm the heart,

leaving the cold behind the door,

soon dancing about the floor –

shaking the winter blues.