Pastels & gold.
Dulled colors of a hazy sunset.
Brown cloak of dry brush.
A nakedness of patches of earth.
Gasping wind gleaning miniscule, dried, brown flowers from indistinct and unkempt bushes.
Alone by being alone.
The sun no longer paints our backs,
The whole black of a moonless night rushes into the vacuum.
~ w.feller