View of Depression

View of Depression
By emschierbeek

framed by window
dead cold lost dark winter chill
grey outside life gone

Chai Is For Winter

Chai Is For Winter
By emschierbeek

Chai is for winter
Spice up the cold
Spice up the dark

Green is for spring
Welcome the bud
Welcome the renewal

White is for summer
Refresh the heat
Refresh the withered

Oolong is for autumn
Savor the color
Savor the contrast

Chai is for winter
Spice up the cold
Spice up the dark



Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.