Storm Rider

I can feel it

Deep within my soul

It's coming

The darkness is near.

 

Moving northward

Riding hurricanes' backs

Hugging the coastline

Before coming inland.

 

Like a thief

It moves

Under the cover

Of advancing storm clouds

Selecting potential targets

To strike.

 

As any good con artist

It slips past your defences

Setting up shop

Before you realize it.

 

Some call it

The "winter blahs"

But I know better

It's SAD.

 

If not careful

Can spiral downwards

Into a black depression.

 

As happened

In the past

To me.

Author's Note

Originally written, September 14, 2014.