worsening

[bitsofbeauty]

the clouded sky makes no room
    for   sun
or warmth-this place is dark,
   and

silent.

gray waters lie still   as the mist drifts
                              softly and covers the
            l a n d s c a p e;

brown leaves
          glide
      along
      a quiet breeze
         a n d
            rest

below,

everything
waits

here

waiting,

there is nothing

else.

Let it all die.
Let the autumn leave