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The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Guzzi Avatar
July 19, 2010 at 4:50 PM
sounds like human demose also! shiver..Sara my Dr. gave me a blindfold and ear plugs I think or maybe music..can't quite remember but the blindfold helped lots!
Falotico Avatar
July 17, 2010 at 3:24 AM
Soothing poen Sara..really enjoyed it as always...Michael
Villarosa Avatar
July 16, 2010 at 10:57 PM
Very relaxing to read this poem, Sara. Cool imagery and I like the color of automn russet, a reminiscent of a strong color that will definitely evoke your consciousness. Thank you for always taking time to read my poem. (^_^) Noel.
Thaker Avatar
July 16, 2010 at 10:45 PM
Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I liked it very much!!!!!! It has wonderful view!!!!!! I like poems on nature!!!!!! Keep it up!!!!!!!! Vrushani!!!
Knop Avatar
July 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM
Well written poem, Sara! And with deep meanings! A funny thing with the oak tree as their leave will dry but cling to the branches!!! Porfound meanings in this one! And thank you for your kind comments!...Have a nice weeken!...Gert
Dietrich Avatar
July 16, 2010 at 8:18 AM
Poor last Oak leaf. I am starting to relate more and more to him!! Good one, Sara! LUv, Andrea
Ra Avatar
July 15, 2010 at 9:56 PM
Inchanting,I love poems about seasons, but Autumn especially a magical poem this, you are a great writer.
Babcock Avatar
July 15, 2010 at 7:13 PM
I just hate to see the last leaf fall because I know winter is close behind. Excellent write. God Bless Phyl
Byrne Avatar
July 15, 2010 at 7:02 PM
I collect one last oak leaf every year and keep it!
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