The Last Leaf
All through that long September
as seasons were arranged,
I marveled at the wonder
of how her colors changed.
It was about the time when
most other leaves would fall,
she stood up through the rain storm,
ignoring harsh winds' call.
She trembled through October,
but still would not let go.
I wondered why she lingered
through crisp November's snow.
It wasn't 'til December,
one frosty cold weekday,
she'd had enough of winter,
shook loose then flew away!
Copyright © Celeste Butler-Mendez | Year Posted 2008
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