So, do I have SAD or am I s-a-d?

So January so far has been me writing a couple of poems, cleaning up, returning to a mundane job, and not getting enough sleep. I can't determine if it is seasonal affective disorder that is the culprit with all of the cloudy and rainy and dreary days. Or if it's because Christmas is over and…

So, on that poetry tip again…

Magical Mystical Miracle A little girl with big dreams but small wings can do enormously great things. It isn't arduous to give a push to encourage such a majestic being. She has shine and a glow doesn't it show? She's predestined for things uncommon, with gifts so rare. That something-different-vibe for days, spreads around like…