I.
the last stars
fight to shine
fade with first light
II.
pansy petals hold
on for three days
on the fourth – fold
III.
falls leaves once
so bright touch
winter’s ground
IV.
perched on the edge
the stone lets go
and rolls
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Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2015
Part of the 2015 November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge (Poetic Asides via Writer’s Digest) for the November 2 Prompt: surrender.