One Leaf
One small leaf still clings
To the top of the tree
Basking in the brittle light
Of a cold and windy afternoon
It seems not to know
That the season for gold
Has passed on by
With the ruthless hands of change
I, on the other hand
Sit looking out
At the nearly naked tree
With my own tunnel vision
And like the leaf
I cling to my own golden world
Where the winds of time
Cannot blow me
Away
Until I'm good and ready
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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