Looking Out…

Rain beading
on still green leaves,

Veins stand out
against the gray sky
water turns them white,

A slight mist
hanging in the air.

Dusk

Pale Sky,
Sliver of Moon,
Dark Trees.

Highway

A solitary bird,
Adrift in a sea of trash,
By the roadside.

These trees,
Are circled and huddled,
Together.

All The Brave Leaves

This wind
	Is scrubbing

All the brave leaves
	From their branches

Scattering them
	On the ground.