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?
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
Written on 2026-02-23 at 22:34
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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
Written on 2026-02-23 at 22:34
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