On this moonlit
Winter night.
A red gown
lay on top
of the open dumpster.
Catching starlight
on its red sequins.
The only splash of color
in the monochrome
back alley.

The red gown
No longer
Clinging to the curves
Of a beautiful lady.
Dressed for the party.
Or
Catching the cascading lights
From a glitter ball at the dance.
Or
Hanging in a special place
Inside her closet.
Just waiting
for the next time.
The red gown.
Left unwanted
And forgotten.
Frozen upon
the open dumpster

On a cold
snowy winters night.
Turning from red to white.
Absorbing all that once was.
A single snowflake
At a time