Cabin Fever Poem by Jake Deeds
Cabin Fever
Oh, where does the sweet sunshine show
Through the cold clouds dreary drab
These visions of tropical rehab
Keep me warm in winter's throe
Pour me a sip of Pelagic bliss
Let me taste of Apollo's warm romance
And if it may be just by chance
Let the sultry sun favor me a kiss
I long for the days when the days are long
O' how I wish to see a tropic palm
And feel the wealth of summer's balm
And hear the waves in July's song
But for now i dream of bodies tanned
And wait for summer's gate to arrive
I thank the good Lord I'm alive
And patiently wait for emerald coast sand <><
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4/26/2024 9:47:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
COLD CLOUDS DREAR DRAB - striking alliteration! And it's exactly what makes winter seem so oppressive with the sky like a prison roof instead of summer's boundless blue. You invoke two regions of eternal summer through your imagery: the Aegean with Apollo, and the tropics. Wishful thinking. But by and large you seem patient with the seasonal flow, never too desperate for the warm season.