Winter Love Melancholy Poem by STANLEY PACION

The seabirds cry by the sea.
Their songs are sad;
Their refrains freight my melancholy.

And in the distance a fog horn,
It, too, sounds a plaintive note, Repeatedly reviving my sorrow.

The damp, hard, winter wind frightens me.
I have a bad shiver.

The nights remain very long.
I no longer seem able to recall how
Once the summer sun had warmed the days.

And now alone and terribly cold I dread the thought
That I might never kiss you again!

I can not imagine another day without you.