The Lonely Autumn

I give shades of happiness and love to all,

but my emotions wilt like leaves and fall.

The truth of life is hard to define,

to my fate I resign.

I fill hearts with hopes of new beginnings,

and get crumpled beneath feet as forgotten wishes.

Stark realities mark this world,

for it, pain and hurt are just words.

I am the source of lavish splendor,

deep within I am fragile and tender.

No one knows of my agony,

alone I face this harsh reality.

Abundant harvest, fruits I offer,

still nothing ever in my fate alters.

I see them slip moment by moment,

and pray humbly for my atonement.

Summer Sunshine

All the cozy- tender things,

from the summer field I gather,

some sparkling rays, petals of spring,

and a few down feathers.

I weave them into a soft shawl,

gently adorning emotions pure,

it’ll warm your winter whole,

with hopeful promises to assure.

Securely tuck it in your heart,

love and affection will fill inside,

warmness exudes its every part,

soft prayers within strands hide.