it’s gonna snow sometime soon
it’s early february
but the calendar has yet to turn
there’s no snow on the ground
but it’s cold as hell
people dressed for spring and shivering
whiskey beginning to wear off
hands shaking for another shot
the sun never shined in january
it was a record year
without the sun I can’t dream (she used to say)
I get up earlier and earlier every day
thinking I might catch the sun somehow
but you live in the valley (she says)
oh yes I keep forgetting
there’s no whiskey in the cupboard
it disappeared that wintry night
they took away my baby
when’s it going to snow again (she says)
february two thousand seventeen
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“without the sun I can’t dream” … I say this, too. Beautiful, Matthew.
certainly stands to reason…thank you, Dana
Without dreams there is no release..
yes, quite right, Rose
I live in the South, so I’ve had all sorts of sun this winter (thank goodness). Sure could go for some whiskey too …
I hear you there!
This makes me think of Dylan and one more cup of coffee… especially the valley below gives me a similar sentiment.
It’s wonderful how poetry evokes associations….