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The Last Leaf
I smile at myself
for being so sentimental,
but how lonely it looks -
the last leaf
on the cherry tree.
Its countless companions
who shared and hung together
through months of heat,
furious winds and battering hail,
have all let go.
And you, the solitary survivor
now, hangs as a sad reminder
of all that was, the vigor
that once swelled a sweetness
through an abundant crop.
Shall I take pity and pluck you
from the branch, or just let be,
until one cold morning
I'll find you gone and a bare,
leafless cherry tree.
Copyright ©
Paul Willason
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