my options are none
death is the sole arbiter
leave it all to fate

trees luxuriate,
dog’s life gets soggy and vain;
isn’t the rain same?

Beauty
        comes
                at
                  Midnight
                         as
                           hopes
                                 and
                                     dreams
                                              take
                                             flight
                                       peaceful
                                 feelings
                                      of
                              safety
                          and
                      love
                guild
          through
                 morning
                            light.......

A brown leaf lingers
At the mercy of the wind --
Hanging, like the stars.