Summer Come, Winter Appear Poem by Bianca Free

My world is slowly disintegrating -
All the friends, joy and meaning -
Fleeting, like autumn leaves from a tree
Saying little farewells to me.
And I do my share of the parting;
I sorrowfully sing goodbye,
Goodbye forever to all of these..
Every golden leaf as it leaves.

And I wait for the moment
when I am entirely whole or bare -
the moment when the fruit tastes ever sweet,
or ever bitter.
And I say, summer come, or winter appear,
don't cripple me in the middle,
Each day, living and dying a little.