Haiku Sequence 73

A few yellow leaves
hanging on a shaking branch
where sweet birds late sang.

In the western sky,
after sunset, a faint glow--
until night takes it.

Low, flickering fire.
Ashes of its roaring youth.
Death by nourishment.

In these images
seeing me, your love grows strong
for what it must lose.

-- William Shakespeare and Carl Bettis