Seasonal Sadness

The mourning dove coos softly from the eaves,

Bright sun casts golden pools upon the floor.

A pleasant breeze blows ripples through the leaves,

And dances through the roses by my door.

The fountain’s spray casts rainbows all around,

And goldfish dart and shimmer there below.

The willow hangs its branches to the ground,

And shades the mossy lichen from the glow.

Soft pink crepe myrtle like a blushing bride,

And day lilies her sweetly perfumed maids.

What perfect summer’s day awaits outside,

While trapped here in this bed my sadness fades.

I’ll fight my demons - feel my resolve harden.

And battle to that blissful summer’s garden.