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Winter Blues
A poem
I woke up to the sound of rain
pouring down the street into the drain.
The rain confused the trees already bending low,
anticipating the weight of heavy snow.
Drinking my tea among the fray,
I tried to get started with my day.
The wind weaved patterns in the trees,
People walking dogs did not look pleased.
A friend cancelled brunch last minute.
Breakfast on my own, no joy in it.
The raindrops hitting my window
became more faint and mellow.
I waited for the day to take shape.
Even the cat was bored and chewed on the drapes.
I felt tired and took the cue from my cat.
We both snuggled up for a refreshing nap.
The day was not wasted since I had nothing to do,
no work, no laundry, no chores or cleaning shoes.
It was just a day that left no mark or trace.
but not every day has to win a race.
