autumn was
approaching.
she could smell it in the evening
air
and hear it with the waning crickets.
soon virgin snow
would blanket
her withered garden
& shroud the stone buddha.
late in the wee
small hours,
she will wonder
why...
their
love didn't last
why...
he had to leave
her heart trembling in the winter winds—
why...
her bed has turned cold like the frozen moon
outside her window.
new year's dream...
pouring herself
a blue martini
