All That Eyes See

Sun glistens through the glass;

Dim recalls of the past;

Autumn in November;

Golden leaves strike ember.

Skeletal tree remains

Standing, and my heart pains;

Death comes with creation;

Biblical translation.

Breeze blows; fantasy grows;

Body in sub-zeroes;

Children hearts daily grow;

Playing in falling snow.

Old folks’ health in limbo;

Arthritic painful woe;

They cuddle, cannot run;

From dimness of the sun.

Uprooted they adapt;

Skins not in sun baking;

Find new home in Four Season;

Mauby-can pours bourbon.

New-comer from tropics;

In frosty winds frolics;

Walks pet dog, leash in hand
In winter wonderland...

(February 2012)