“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

[The Autumnal]”
― John Donne,

The blue is missing from the sky today
the trees have no leaves
outside is cold
the wind is cruel.

There is a person
in front of me
i don't know who it is.

I remember playing out
with my sisters 
on a skipping rope.

It is cold inside,
that lady told me it is morning,
that is why I stretch and yawn.

The lady said I had a visitor
i was frightened to ask:
'What is a visitor?'

The world outside is very big
and it looks very unfriendly to me.

I remember when everything was nice
and we had tea together.
I wonder if i am asleep,
this is not my home,
why am I all alone?