Seasonal Blues


Miss Ruby Sweet Cheeks

Winter is depressing even for the strongest of hearts. Everywhere around you see visions of family and hope and promises of tidings and good will. It isn’t meant for all of us. And these days it seems to be for fewer and fewer. Trying to understand the swirl of emotions that takes you for a dance as you look for a way out. Any way out will be sufficient at this point. Maintaining your lonely status seems easier during the Spring and Fall but by the time those leaves start to fall so does any hope that tomorrow will bring a brighter day.

Last night was a very restless night. I dreamed about my Grandma like she was still alive. There is no love like a grandmother and hence why I have always tried to encourage my son to have a relationship with his. I have no idea why now…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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