The sun is surely in the winter doldrums
Its’ shows up late every morning
And leaving early at the end of the day
With no enthusiasm to share any of its’ warmth
What about the rest of us
Caught up in the sun’s cyclical moods
Having to face all on our own
Arctic cold fronts,
Cars that won’t start
Furnaces that won’t shut off
With cold feet, cold hands and faces
And (SAD) Seasonal Affective Disorder
Yes we could leave
Enticed by family and friends
Who boast of warmer climes
Of topical islands
Lust and green
But what about the others
Who have to remain behind
Now that the holidays are over
Who can they complain too?
What is misery if it can’t be shared
So we stay put
With the other fools
And do our countdown
To when the sun may change her mood
antilandscaper 
I have to say… I am one of the others who have fled to a warmer destination. (Arizona!) But your post gave me my morning giggle and I enjoyed the cold feet photos of the geese. And the winter snow scene looked like just the best place to have a winter picnic! A chair, a cup of cocoa and complete silence…that is what I call “peace!”
I love this. Every single morning I ask myself why I’m still in this freezing cold wasteland that is Chicago. I love Chicago but not in the winter where the air hurts my face and everything is gray and flat and yukky:( You said it perfectly.
That is such a perfect description. “The air hurts my face.’ I remember. I remember. But the snow is SO beautiful.
OMG, Jon, I had myself quite a laugh reading this. I thank you sincerely for that. The pellet stove has been roaring for six hours, we’re up to 62 degrees, and I’ve changed the animals water twice already. LOL Why, oh why do we live here? Would family really miss us?
That’s really funny. Why do I live where the air hurts my face? Hahaha! 🙂
I really enjoyed that Jon. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and are having a great week. It’s great to have you back.
Great post! Our relatives from the US east coast have visited my wife and I in California during the winter. They’ll tell us how nice it is here, but how they would miss the NJ seasons. Peace.
It made me laugh… It’s so true… That’s why I fled to Florida and didn’t wait to retire…
ski mask? 🙂
I can do with breaking into poetry myself it’s so cold! 😉
LOL We’re still here, too, braving the cold.
And the rain just keeps on coming with the wind and now snow. I miss daylight. And sun. And a warm face. This is wonderful. I feel so much better knowing that others are suffering. 😉
Consider me one of those fools – Brrr…
Happy New Year!
Hi the antilandsaper. May I apologise for calling you Paul. May I add it is always a pleasure hearing from you and hope you are well. Thank you so much for liking my poem ‘Shuttle!’ Peace and Good Wishes
. The Foureyed Poet.