Rain calls
Light exits
Darkness adorns
Brightness vanishes
Sight beclouded
Temporary blindness
Vision blurred
Mission aborted
An alternative
An improvise
Tho crude
and so old
Unrefined
Abode for rust
An artifice
Not as clear
Yet still
It does the work
A match lit
Alive it comes
The dark room
It illuminates again
Forever appreciated
Oh ye lantern

August


The green leaves
The lively scenery
The tall trees
The beautiful flowers
The bright lawns
The warm weather
All coming to a close
Soon to be marked by
Brown leaves
Slowly falling off
Lively scenery clothed with dullness
Tall trees Framed to tree planks
Beautiful flowers faded into oblivion
Bright lawns scathed from its Brightness.
Warm weather sauntered into freezedom
As we birth the autumn
It is the month of August.

Loneliness