3/2/11

This dull grey day,

Promotes ill mood,

The perfect stage on which to brood.

With fitting chills,

And apt, bleak, skies,

For failing wills and downcast eyes.

3/1/11

I wish that I could somehow hide,

For one more day of rest at least.

To shield my mind. Stave off the light,

And glare of stark realities.

Alas, my duties shall preclude,

All exercise of choice forthwith.

Farewell, fond dreams of solitude,

And lasting, happy, hermitage!