night
The commute is dark
when I go to, or from work.
Perpetual night.
I’m not particularly affected by the season, but it is a downer.
If there was any daylight today, it was hidden behind dark clouds.
With no light to inspire our spirits, I am not surprised to see attitudes turn from gray to black.
Even my dog is asking for a glow in the dark tennis ball.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and early-darkness-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you turn on all the lights, crank up the heat, and start blasting your favorite tunes, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those stay-away-SAD-syllables for all eternity.
