The Last Leaf

The last leaf
Clinging to hopes of times past
Summers warm breezes
Humid days and cool nights
Summer time recollections
Rain or shine
The last leaf
Living on borrowed time

The tree is barren
The autumn wars have ended
The winds of winter have won the battle
All the leaves have fallen
Dead to the ground
Except for one soul left
Standing guard alone and proud

Sadness haunts his lonely soul
This leaf has no where else to go
He knows destiny is in the ground
He valiantly holds to branches bare
Clinging on to his despair
Living on borrowed time

White winds of winters death
Slowly slaughter all that’s left
The lonely leaf can cling no more
Falling so softly along a rivers shore
Where a single white rose splendidly sits
Knowing soon its grave will be
A winter’s snow drift

The leaf falls upon the rose
Entwined in natures dance of death
They each shall kiss each others skin
They hold hands bracing for winters winds
They die together, both in irony
So old and alone, they died in harmony
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Costello Avatar
August 26, 2014 at 10:31 AM
Lovely imagery-I enjoyed it. :-) Christine
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:39 PM
Thank you Christine
Deschler Avatar
August 12, 2014 at 3:12 PM
Wow! I cannot express how beautiful this poem truly is. I loved every line, and the imagery is absolutely stunning. This poem is going into my favorites, without question! Wonderful writing, Arthur!
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:38 PM
You are too kind Kelly, thank you
Lindley Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 8:05 PM
This one is amazing because several times in my life I felt as that leaf. Standing against a cruel world that was destined to win. A jewel this one is my friend. BBBravooooooo!!!!
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:38 PM
Very kind words Robert thank you
Xia Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 4:36 PM
Well written and described. Thank you for sharing
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:37 PM
and Thank you, just for being a princess!!
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 2:17 PM
:) lovely images and the ending is so great..:)
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:37 PM
Thank you buddy Olive!!!
Nance Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 7:00 AM
Wow Arthur sweetie, you amaze me! This is wonderful. You are a man of many talents and I am always happy to read your words. Unique thoughts-die together, both in irony--oh how perfect. loved this Arthur. xox
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:34 PM
Thank you so much Cas!!!!
Smith Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 6:17 AM
Well Arthur I see you are thinking too much....Great metaphor...There will be two leaves and when they fall to the rose the wind will blow them away....cheers
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:33 PM
Me thinking? You are too kind
Andresen Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 6:06 AM
- A really well written poem, Arthur !!! - "Living on borrowed time .... They die together, both in irony - So old and alone, They died in harmony" ..... Bravo !!!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:33 PM
Hello Anne Lise, thanks so much!!!!!! Hugs
Harrell Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 1:08 AM
I just found this funny, Arthur! Just the picture of it. Right on the dot.
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:32 PM
Thank you
Manassian Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 1:06 AM
OH....how enthralling! Arthur...the kiss at the end is the icing on this cake of beauty. Was that a corny analogy? Beautiful. I wish irony were agony...and irony would come somewhere in the last line but it would be defeated by harmony. Hmmmmm....They die together, both in harmony. Their agony of love defeats life's irony.
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2014 at 6:32 PM
Nothing is corny is you are a romantic, especially if you love cake!!!! Thanks so much!!
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