Ode to Holiday Blues – A Sonnet

Oh, when the pressure is on to be on

we wake into mornings of indecision.

Wondrous life are we being put upon

imagining peace to be our passion.

So many hearts and souls to care about,

where are new lines drawn, below or above

for ’tis the season to offer devout

compassion for those eyes that we may love.

Shower fearful worlds with material

that covets the take away society

until finally we may sleep restful

less caught in holiday anxiety.

For now see the blues and take a chance

to simply love and practice elegance