The Sweetest Curse

Fallen chunk of leaves,

Glowing in crimson gold sunsets ,

Embracing warm winds bygones,

Until it meet the steaming summer rays,

Flavourful cinnamon and cardamom walks through the air,

Pulsating clock prompting nature's gloom,

Puddles and fogs shrouds on tangible hillock fringes.

Summer burnt leaves in winter grips,

Silently slumber sipping icy winds,

Winter landscapes yearn for colors of spring ,

Although had to glimmer with the curse the brightest morning and darkest night is wearing,

Consuming winter bitterness enduring the christmas chorus,

Warm marshmallow drink drives the freezing mode beneath the mistletoe.

Autumn's pristine dew duly vanished,

The evening moon draws silence of the night,

And the roaring frozen winds profess known hatred to some unknowns,

Fragile emotions set a whisper healing pores obtained the last night when a heart is left to weep on cold bed,

Tears rain out chilling cheek bones shivers down the spines,

 Melodies of christmas loathed their missing half heart and cuddle somewhere in freezing frost.

Winter's cold numbness seeps and blurry their pain and memories,

And the hearts vibes to the laughter, joy and giggles of the toddlers hopping for Santa's sleigh.