Scars on my heart
Pain in my chest
I hid the thunderstorm
Inside my head
When I see her smile
All my worries wiped away
Like the sun rose in the rain.

Today's sunset tints the air thick and orange , clothes stick to the skin as skin sticks to the air

it's sticky to say the least -
the thunderstrom clouds light up shades of violent violet and dusty sahara pinks and sand dune yellows

the sky , so blue is covered by high altitude brushes of greyscale hues and whisphers of floating away dreams
splitting at the seams with reality's crest on breast
the sea breeze whips up the trees and a respite from the deep heat of day as night slinks in

Looking at the moon I smiled

a sad one,

Why was I alone? Was I that

bad one?

My eyes were dull having no

Light in them,

My heart felt empty cause no

one Ever came.

My arms itched for someone

who I could hold,

Solitude was this painful

no one had told.

My wishes were the flower that

could never bloom,

One thing I could utter 'my life

is a lonely doom'

The dried land of my soul

needed  a li'l rain,

But I got only thunderstrom , I

got only pain.

Glaring at the moon I threw

a nasty frown,

How could it shine while

my spirit was down?

A delicious smell in air made

my heart-beat rise,

I saw you standing there talking

with your eyes.

You whispered "I'm there for you,

Darling, can't you see?" ,

I replied ," Take all of my heart,

take all of me! "

sextilis made it beautiful
leaves lost it colours ,turned pale
;falling down to earth
fall streamed as yesterday flew
the oak tree in the midst of winter
is not in leaf; standing strong fathomless
"pretty" verily pretty standing alone
ceasing growth until spring
hares are almost all white like six sided snowflakes
I wished I can also hibernate
passing winter in a near-sleep state
unwilling sky called me with
thundersnow
I thought my ears playing tricks on me
nae, it's the real thunderstrom of snow
I'm, be lost of words not because of snow
because of the colorful creature wandering
playing around my glasses in sleet
I thought everyone hates cold
but this butterfly as a hope remained back
when all it's friend left for warmth
like how the little water adds up to snow
I'm staying here with snowmen far away
I'm not the winter earth which is closest to sun
I started to appreciate cold of winter ; of people
the oak tree with empty branches
the hare which changed it's colour
the moist air of  fluffy snow
the lost butterfly , the thunders and I
are all temporary
are all alone but still at there place hoping for new start and warm
I wish till then I enjoy the winter
and love the winter as well as next year.