These paper thin rays
are failing to warm
your liver spotted leaves,
this jaundice vista is blemished
as bruised crab apples darken.
The bleeding acer’s ribs are
now showing, above the drenched pool.
Your cool breeze is labouring,
Not long now.
I grasp this moment of clarity
amid your clouds of grey confusion.
I sit, as you lay out before me,
watching your pale mellow close
into pink smudges of goodbye.
Entered for OpenLinkNight on http://dversepoets.com/ on 15/11/11