The Last Leaf

The last leaf And there it is....the last leaf Stubborn, brave Holding tight to that branch Refusing to be the last memory. It’s colours are fading Becoming brown and gray and black Tattered and torn By the determined breeze By cold rain and crispy frost. All the other leaves are on the ground Said their goodbyes to the tree Carpeting the pavement, grass And ground under the paling sun. But not our little leaf, Refusing to become The last memory of summer past. But the gale is stronger With a big blow sends our little leaf On the ground, in the mud Soggy, forgotten Tattered, torn, brave little leaf. (13/10/2013)