unremarkable,
what a way to pass days
I have made no marks
to remember me by
And at nights, as I lie awake
I dream about how different
it could have been
if only if I was seen
with twinkles and gleam
but as the snow gathered
I slipped away
in the warmth I've known
in the bed I've grown,
I lie awake still
It is long night ahead
a merry christmas to you.

I burned my hand making Christmas cookies
for my small chosen family-
hoping that it is enough to thank them
for keeping me from falling headfirst
and loosing myself to my own mind.

From solemn dream, I am
awakened -
in every first wailing,
echoing like waves of heat around me,
each time I rise, I burn
and burn then, I die -
flooding the floor of my rebirth.

It started when, I greeted,
burned every year as seed grow,
then follows a year or months
where unknown to me claimed
my delight - in their birth,
in their death.

Thus, by far,
my favorite part was this -
the town where in gloom and frightening,
white and mask all over,
and in lying eternity of sleeping bones,
I am not to be burn alone!

Ah! I had wished a thousand clay,
of which it'll light for year and never decay -
from rising and dying, I am to be free,
yet, here I am again, colored in rainbows
only to grant other's blowing prayer,
and all I could spoke,
"light me with joy, burn me in stillness
and when chilling snow ended - I shall die, again,
in peace."

Walking on a brisk fall morning,
I noticed the leaves had fallen.

The colors were beautiful,
What a time that nature decided to fall.

Looking out at the sea of leaves,
One tree stood before a tragic eve.
A storm that had blown all the precious leaves,
forced Mother Nature to grieve.

What could one do when all hope was lost.

Later on,
a warm fall evening,
I dare not say,
as I felt my mind was blown away.

I thought, why must the beautiful fall?
I looked up at the tree,
and saw one last leaf that still had yet to fall.

The Christmas Blues
are falling like snow-
they chill me to the bone.
I'm all wrapped up
in the Christmas Blues
just like the presents
underneath your tree

Snow
Snow is falling,
Falling down quickly and covering the road,
The road I need to get home.
To get home to where you lay,
Laying waiting for me to lie in your arms to tell you about my day.
My day has been rough, and all I want to do is come home.
Come home to where you are at once.
Once the snow lightens up, I’ll be on my way,
On my way to see you to hear about your day
Today the snow decided to fall hard,
Hard enough to keep me at a distance.
No distance will ever keep me too far away
Away I’ll stay waiting for the snow to lighten up, then I’ll be on my way.
On my way to keep you warm on this very cold day