The Last Leaf
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The last leaf has fallen from my tree
tumbling to the ground; so sad to see.
Brisk breezes finally blew it free
to join its brethren scattered about.
Winter is coming, there's little doubt;
the nights are longer, and it's cold out.
And that one leaf was the last holdout,
clinging to life to the very end.
I felt it had a message to send,
hanging there alone without a friend.
Though Winter was just around the bend,
I thought perhaps it’d never let go.
But wild Winter winds started to blow,
gathering grey clouds laden with snow.
And then frozen flakes began to show,
blanketing the land in downy white.
Winter approaches in all Her might,
the dead and dying hidden from sight.
And in contemplation of this night,
the last leaf has fallen from my tree.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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