The Clinging Leaf

I stare and watch In my strange delight While you cling to your last Strings of what was life Brown and demised Fluttering in the breeze As winters tease Reminder of times passage Lost and alone Where the rest has gone Would you still be here? When springs blossom is near? Or will you finally pass And allow new buds to grow here? Cling if you must But be weary of the Gusts That life shall bring