Penguin Season Blues Ah, winter, you snuck up upon me, and I am not too thrilled. I'm sitting under a blanket fort and feeling rather chilled. I'm having to remember to launder all my sweaters, because you took me by surprise with your icy weather. Seven layers of clothing--it just doesn't seem enough. I'm sitting here feeling frozen like I'm merely in the buff. I'm not too fond of wearing either heavy coats or socks, but winter cold has taken over and didn't even knock. Winter, your advertisements with hot cocoa and candlelight, are very misleading for they neglect the seasonal blight, from snowstorms across the world to pneumonia and the flu. I'm pretty sure you're lying when you sing your carols, too. whoever said this was the most wonderful time of year, probably never experienced summer's sunny cheer. The doors and windows are all shut, but I'm sure I feel a draft. I'd like to hibernate just like a bear, but you'd think that I'm daft. I don't have seasonal depression--nope, I suffer that year round, but I cannot say I'm happier when I've gained a few more pounds. All my aches and pains through fingers, back, and toes, are ten-fold magnified with this iceberg in my clothes. I've a soft spot in my stomach for certain seasonal treats, like pumpkin pie, ginger cakes, and potatoes that are sweet. I realize these herbs are popular during this time of year, because both mint and ginger help when nausea appears. Maybe I will stock up on all of the above foodstuffs, to comfort my woozy eardrums when they've had enough of songs about snowmen and reindeer noses that are red, because the local radio rotation gets stuck forever in my head. It also seems that the penguins have been happily a breeding, because everywhere you look there is a new one that I'm needing. The clocks have all been falling backwards towards the wintertime. It's so dark it seems like midnight when the 6 o'clock bell chimes. I'd probably sleep better through the night without such frozen feet, but likely have a heart attack when reading the bill just from the heat. Now you might say to me why don't I light my grand fire place, maybe roast some marshmallows, and feel the warmth on my hands and face? I'd love to relax in front of the fire like I didn't have a care, but I just checked the weather station, and today is Spare the Air. You have your various winter festivals that celebrate with lights, but it'd really be a blessing to be a bit warmer tonight.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
A humorous poem about the winter holiday season written in 2015. Happy holidays no matter what tradition you enjoy this time of year.
Poet Loiterer is D.L. Lang's fifth poetry book. This 180 page collection features nature poems, protest poems, spiritual poems, and story poems.