Lazy winter mornings,
The skin scales and frosts,
Breath from another brings alive,
Summer wishes in time, caught.

The grey skies are threatening,
To recite a eulogy of seasons,
Light rays escape just like you do,
For rebellion is all that binds you
With nature and unreason.

I count your sighs,
We are but hungry souls,
Somwhere within your heavy eyelids,
I sheepishly place a begging bowl.

July has begun, winter knows her way,
August will be back to haunt,
April and May are your bygones,
While September is our sarcastic taunt.

Naked we can silently remain,
Beneath these blankets of a future unknown,
Come closer now, let's not spare an inch,
Of all that is there to discover to the bone.