Here I lie on cold grass
feeling the numbing air
brushing my hair
while phase of
changing seasons
got stucked,
all in here at once
in Me.

Eyes like clouds
thunderous
And willing to rain.
The embedded words
blazing
like sun in harsh summer.

Feelings, once flowers
blossoming in spring,
Loathe
and now forgotten
like leaves shredded off
in autumn.