Open your window, here come the sunlight
Making you day bright and  warm
See your friend following on night
Making you clam and saying good night
Are you alone?
Feel the smell of rose
It makes you feel lots of love
If you are bored
Listen that bird singing for you
Feel the struggle made by river
Touch the cold water makes you better
Don’t make yourself suffering
It is following you every where
Take the breath it makes you survive

I never had a good friend family member,
I was a neglected child as I remember.
Never had the right hug, the word or the kiss,
Childhood is a time I will never miss.

They are all roses
I am just a ****.
That is in fact the way
He always treated me.

Juggles and struggles,
My head is a mess
No snuggles or cuddles
It’s over I guess.

I feel loving
is right now  
the last thing
I'm capable of doing

Autumn is icumen in,
With all its tricks,
Its treats and whims.

I can't mourn
Summer's passing;
Those days
Of idle slumber.
Summer suns
And midnight moons,
The silhouettes of June;
Holiday highs,
Mad July;
The robust garden
Lust of August.

I won't.

Autumn air
Affronts my senses,
The Arctic cool
Dips and rules.
The moss has left
The trees;
Arthritic twigs
Let lose
The leafs.

     *Autumn is icumen in

Autumn,
With its foils
And foibles,
Rakes us in
With harlequin sins,
And all its
Wherewithal.
Embrace your fall.

     *Winter is icumen in

What is it we miss about those who no longer have a voice,
is it the lingering fragrance of softly whispered words,
the security of a heart beat through an ear resting on a chest,
the solidarity of an understood silence,
two souls embraced sharing unwritten secrets,
yet now all is replaced by the empty silence on the dawn of another sleepless night.