With everyday that passes by
I grow colder
my lips are turning blue
as the sky recedes into redness
though some call this an autumn
I decay
yearning for red lips
to caress my hopes
Early may brings shoots
new life to the trees which stood naked
during winter
my spring long gone
must I bear all in the twilight
as the aurora dances
unworried
by the passing of the seasons
or the trees
which renew their hopes
ignoring the vortex of humanity
which sucks everything into seclusion?