Sleeping on a Night of Autumn

Jasmine Phun

Rain falls during a late Autumn night,
an old man calmly approaches the inviting bed.
The light is extinguished.

Rain falls pitter-patter on the window,
the crackling fire soothes his wrinkled skin,
the smell of ashes dissipates into the cool air,
the snug blanket envelopes his frail body.

Dawn arrives.
He does not rise.
Frost piles on the autumn leaves.