Day 12 + Day 13 It's too cold to fing, and Desire.

It's too cold to fing

Winter breathes icy days
Dark clouds smother frail sun rays
Nighttime storms in before noon
Disrupting morning comes far too soon

Huddled by heaters hiding from frost
Trying to reclaim the feelings we've lost
Fingers stiffen and toes get bitten
Knees knock and hands find comfort in mitten

Breath in the air hangs still and foggy
In morning I've woken to daybreak still groggy
Come again summer, come again fast
Fight off the winter and its chilling blast

Be sunny and bright and cheerful again
With light from the sun and warmth in the rain
When Night never dawns and days never end
Summer's always been a favourite friend

Desire 

He went on a search for chocolate,
the type he’d seen on his facebook feed,
but alas he could not find it
to fill his desperate need.

People milled in the aisles,
Their faces dropped in dismay.
There was no sign of their desire,
it had sold out earlier that day

So he drove to another supermarket
and another and another.
It had all gone from all of them
And he did not want any other

Such a craving this man did have
for a simple candy bar
it was pink with sprinkles
yet it drove him bizarre

He sobbed upon returning home,
with substitute biscuits of rainbow and pink
“Such an excellent marketing plan,
Will they have them tomorrow you think?”

Next time, let me ask a favour,
(and Whittakers I’m talking to you)
If you’re gonna make legends into chocolate
Could you send me a bar or two?

Uhh... I've had a bit of writer's block lately, and nothing inspirational has worked, so you get poems about the weather and fruitless chocolate searches. Such is life. Feels disingenuous, I'm pretty sure there's more I could say than these ramblings. We've got only 87 more poems to find out!