Last Leaf

Here’s to the enduring leaf,
the last to fall,
marking the tail winds
of the fall,
the final drop
as autumn leaves
one more warm breath
before its silent collapse—
a golden kiss on the sod
—as a way to welcome
the anticipated arrival,
the severe frosty bite
from the gelid tears
of a frigid winter’s
relentless
blow.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


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Ouch!

You pesky mosquito
that sucks out my warmth
and romance, and moonbeams
with my blood.
I will not run out of it
so keep doing that.
Please.
Now, buzz
do your thing
then, come back for another bite.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


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