Meghan Lauinger ’26
The Winter Blues
Megan Lauinger
I wake each morning to the same gray skies
I wake each morning to the same clouds’ cries
The rain won’t stop pattering and nothing ever dries.
Bundled in four layers but I’m still not hot
Bundled in four layers, wishing I was in a sunny spot
It’s cold as an igloo, winter’s worse than I thought.
The trees are like skeletons, stripped of their life
The trees are like skeletons, the wind like a knife
I feel like the trees do, struggling through this time of strife.
There is nothing to look forward to, spring break is so far away
There is nothing to look forward to except the end of this bitter day
It is such a dark time—I feel my happiness beginning to fray.
I long for June, where warmth and beauty combine
I long for June, craving the everlasting sunshine
I want to feel happy and free instead of just fine