Here I sit, in the cold,

Legs akimbo, hands in folds,

My mouth is moving, my voice is singing,

Watch as water drips like rain.

Puffs of breath on Autumn's breast,

Children play in Winter's test.

Cold red cheeks and bitter tears,

The weakest of smiles somehow calm her fears.

Here I sit, in the rain,

Legs thrown out, hands in pout,

My mouth is shutting, my voice is dying,

Watch as Autumn rain falls down.

Fingers flutter on Autumn's chest,

Children play in Winter's best,

Bluish lips and locked shut eyes,

They never heard their child's cries.