Autumn
I sidled onto the bland schoolbus where few spoke and few filled the gum-riddled seats
Which offered plenty of time to ponder my sorrows and be swept away in the gales of what seemed would never be tomorrow
As coldness dawned it wasn't too different from the previous although rather than get-to-know-you games
The tests and the stress piled on which should have been a distraction but instead had me wishing for home even more

And time itself adorned in thick brown glasses dug the hollows of my heart deeper to my patience all for tomorrow
The real tomorrow that I thought would never come
Tomorrow I'm going home

Winter
The snowflakes in all their delicate beauty only pierced my heart even more
Pierced my deep longing for the forest and the family in this icy opposition of peace
And even though I reached the halfway point of this many hours and this many days I could not imagine reliving that stretch of time