last of the leaves
hanging on for dear life
’til the brew is gone
last of the leaves
hanging on for dear life
’til the brew is gone
after the rain
a pigeon sortie goes forth
synchronized flying
full moon rising
a cawing crow flies away
the wolves howl from within
in the dark
one cannot see
the color of the flag
don’t shoot
until removing
the blindfold
in the waning light
leaves sharing their true color
before letting go