What a waste of this cold night
and beautiful white light
from the orb in the sky,
that glorious glowing sphere
merely passing by here.

It’s so terrible to see it so clear,
and not have a someone deer
to share the view.

What shame to feel the same
as autumn colors come to claim
every ounce of green I’ve seen
replacing them with yellow tints,
then onto orange and
settling into dry brown
particles that come crumbling down
to feed the cold December ground.