As someone who struggles with seasonal depression, winter can be difficult. Recently I was reading about viewing winter as a needed time to rest before spring arrives. Maybe melancholy is just a part of living within winter?


On Melancholy

Melancholy.
What a word it is.

I have slipped into
melancholy, I declare,
as if it’s no different
than loosing one’s footing on ice.

Oh, but it’s so different.

It is like falling
into a winter pond,
knowing the sky is above
just beyond the icy layer
trapping you under,
wishing the blue was yours
but knowing the water
will hold you safe
until the surface thaws
and the unfolding of greenery
beckons you
to come up for air.

Joy awaits the reunion.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-23 at 22:34

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
The winter months, the long nights and brief days, suit me. Even so, the melancholy of which you write so well, comes, and winter becomes almost unendurable, and sunlight precious.
2026-02-25


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
My wife has winter sad syndrome. She keeps it inside as much as she can. I try to bring blossoms into her life when I see it, but it isn't easy. You have my sympathy. Blessings, Allen
2026-02-24