Breach

A dragon's flame
A heart's desire

A winter day
Without a fire.

Fingers stretch
A hopeful reach

A fist is found
There's no beseech

She turns away
One tear is shed
He watches her
Already dead.

Inexplicable Groundhog

Apparently the groundhog caught a glimpse of his shadow while climbing out of his tanning bed this morning. Given the prevailing weather conditions, that's the only explanation for the inexplicable prediction.

Which means I will continue to stare longingly into the full spectrum light by desk. A last ditch attempt to keep the winter blahs at bay.

Perhaps a mid-winter field trip is in order. That's the ticket!  I'll buy a ticket! A ticket to the southern climes. I'll bask in true sunlight while sipping one of those umbrella drinks, and dangling my feet in the pool

I'm feeling better already.