A feeling for snow

January.

Probably the most hated month of the year.

Filled with grey/blue light

and credit card bills.

So far,

no pretty snow.

Why can't the Heavens open

and cover the streets and rooftops

with a beautiful blanket

of winter white?

I'm rather tired

of the drab  coat

it's worn for so long now.

So..

instead I dreamed of the old sea

the one where mermaids swim

with all

the fallen snowflakes

glittering in their hair.