seasonal affective disorder

Your family dropped like leaves
From an evergreen tree,
Slipping through long fingers
Into homelessness
Within your child-soul.

A patchwork square of you
Then flew away that day
In an origami dove,
With a message of peace inside
Written by the child.

Tinged at the edge with cold
Colour and inglorious
Knowingness, lips loaded,
Turned up at corners,
Folded down with mourning.

And a picture warns

Of the beloved, the beautiful deceased
As a twinkle breaks your eye -
Thick, loaded, brimming now,
Swimming with promises of patchy rain
Interspersed with sunshine, sporadically.

A storm brings gale force winds
In from the West,
And there is no time for sweet sleep
Or even a blissful rest
Amongst this.