Moods

I sit with frozen feet and wonder why
I chose to go outside, or even leave
The comfort of my bed. The morning sky
Is dark as evening, and I do believe
The sun had fled us. Let us therefore pray
That it will rise tomorrow on a day
A little less uneasy than this was.
Of course we cannot know if that will be;
But I can promise you that if it does,
If something thaws, then I will happily
Go dance about with you, enjoy the sun,
Ignore today's cold feet and soldier on.
But if it's like today, then I am done;
My joy in this is very nearly gone.