crystal clear

the truth is somewhere in the empty blue
against it the last leaves those coloured rags
recently so many now a remnant few
still brave and noble like a herd of flags
now what we wait for isn't just the cold
of winter coming like a noisy train
we're almost ready now to shed the old
and seize upon the new bright thing again
patience is hard when you have seen the turn
nor is is it easy waiting through the lies
the temper holds itself to a slow burn
and silent looks up at the bluest skies
tomorrow we will learn the news we seek
and hope it's the best ending to this week