Autumn wind comes blowing,

howling through the trees
Death is colored Raven
Tossing up the leaves

Mentally I'm tired
folded leather crease
"Death comes" caws a Raven
silently retreats

Stopped up at a stoplight
Bro I'm not at ease
Death comes to my neighbor
Frees his lane to me

Lane left like a comma
Trees turn ember leaves
Closed until tomorrow
Let me sleep in peace