After Dawn


After Dawn (Randyjw; September 13, 2018)


Leaves holding on.

Each gust of wind

an arduous effort

in the gales of the storm.


Leaves coalesce,

becoming one;

brown underfoot

and as dry as the dust.


All seasons do come.

Even the green will turn

when trees fluoresce

into gold and orange.


After moonfall,

on bared branches

nests the solemn owl.

So the sun does set

as it will, after dawn.



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