Beautiful blue sky, winter blue sky blues

Noticing red ears, noses and faces

Frosty ground fosters slips, slides, the odd bruise

Boots, gloves for those you love in cold places

Smoky breath, tokens of death in phases

From warmth to chill, as from health to illness

Children laugh, old men cough and wipe noses

Low key minders, reminders of stillness

Playground sounds, parental unwillingness

Mid-afternoon, soon hidden in the hues

Of purple, the bright bauble’s last traces

Stay down now as night covers trees and grass

With numbing blanket. Thank it, don’t refuse

For someone’s needed to push up daisies

I don't really feel this depressed - it's just inspired by a trip to a children's play area this afternoon with my young daughter. We had a good time actually!