When I foresee the doom pollution brings:
I rush to fresher air, but sighing more...

Near the wavey waltz of beach
above are Gulls flocking by...

The cyclic seasons give a cause in soul
to view the mortal realm in seasons gone...

It seems that rain drops are tear drops,
the downpour from the arborists' spree...

Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...

The eye of Ra reveals the path soon to be taken...
As if vainly, I repeat the query 'who will...

Rubies are on my mind
as falling leaves dress ochre meadows and strips...

The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...

O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells, I know;
Why pearly armors 'neath the sand conceal...

Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...

As I do list the highlights left of me
In twilight of my life through memoirs' reel...

The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...