New Blues

‘Twas dark and dreary— The twinkling long night stretching out before,The cold air pinched—It prodded round the windows and the doors,Encased in warmth,I huddled round the often-crackling fire,And closely watched,The warm flames reaching ever (and more) higher.But though they warmedExtremities, they somehow missed the soul,Winter BluesHad come, they weren’t about to let me go.Then Husby hustledMe out through the firmly frozen door,ResoluteWe’d go places we’d not seen before,And now I sit,And watch the breakers lave the spark’ling sand,The seabirds flyOr dive and pounce on fishes near to hand,And all aboutThe world, the sun with colour, it imbuesThe sky and seaGive new meaning to the Winter ‘Blues’!
 Each month, Karen and her followers publish a poem on a theme.
January's? Winter Blues.
I'm liking my 'Blues'!
See what the others have done!
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Winter Blues Dawn of Cognitive Script: Dark Days of Winter