Savoring a Bad Mood

I like these cold, gray winter days.
Days like these let you savor a bad mood. 
~Bill Watterson
from “Calvin and Hobbes”

The wind is keen coming over the ice;
it carries the sound of breaking glass.
And the sun, bright but not warm,
has gone behind the hill. Chill, or the fear
of chill, sends me hurrying home.
~Jane Kenyon from “Walking Alone in Late Winter”

Roused by faint glow at midnight
peering between slats
of window blinds
closed tight to a chill wind-

Bedroom becomes suffused
in ethereal light
from a moonless sky~
a million stars fall silent as

Snow light covers all,
settling gently while
tucking the downy corners
of the snowflake comforter

of heaven, plumping the pillows,
cushioning the landscape,
lightening and illuminating
a fearfully chilled and grumpy heart.

4 thoughts on “Savoring a Bad Mood

  1. Emily (I feel like we are on a first name basis!) your poem is the perfect description of waking to a snowfall in the night. It is also the silencing of all sound that suddenly wakes me when the flakes are falling. Thank you, Chris

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  2. I once heard of a gal who seemed to be pouting a lot…..her cheerful friend came in, trying to at least get her to smile! Pouty gal said “don’t try to spoil my perfectly good, bad mood!

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