At dusk

[moot]

At dusk
the leaves are bending.

They are fading away.
The light they are closing.

Under the ground
I won't be.

I thought this work showed promise. I like the idea, I thought it needs to be expanded upon. I stumbled over the following line:

The light they are closing.

I was not sure what the author intended it to mean. I think with additional work this piece could become a larger poem drawing on the themes addressed. The imagery is promising. I thought the work could use simile.