Book XVII: Snow

come as they go
white as you know
freezing the days
blocking the ways

the leaves are still falling
but darkness is calling
till sunshine comes out
blinds eyes all about

come as they will
touching down on the hill
assault on winds blow
white as you know

Book XVI: Cougar

You don't belong down here.

You wander down from time to time
but it's not your place
it's not your space

we'd rather not
see your face

You venture down here now and then
but it's not your right to start a fight

you'd better not prowl in the light
or we'll be in a world of fright

you don't belong
get out of sight!
you don't belong down here.

Book XV: Sunflower

Off a porch's steps or in a window box
Rising up from the soil with a face to light
Are these city gangsters to rock your socks!
You know that these rebels will do it right.

What is it that makes them so badass?
Standing so tall, staring down like the one
Staring up in their smugness, behaviour so crass
As they soak in the rays of the rising sun.

Unblinded they own the sky, bright and uncouth
Still not caring at all of the hustle and bustle
While dealing the snack dominating your mouth
Watch the gangsters gang up without moving a muscle.

Book XIV: Ladybug

cute little foreigner
more orange than the past
the moderate alert
of a new invader

not very spotty
new waves upon waves
every time the sun shines
the conquest unfolds

fiercely
biting
locals

deceptive façades
walls crawling in orange
a more than spotty invasion
by a new invader