The last Leaf


I think autumn is my favourite time of year.

A few last warm days

A wondrous display of colour

I savour the softness of the falling leaves, the mist, the first frost and then the snow

Winter on the way, but still a long way to go.

When golden autumn light has settled quiet and cold

There, like a bird, still on the tree

f6Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold

But curly and brown and dry and old

f11One by One these leaves will fall

f5Nothing I do will make them stay

f7High above glistening in the fading summer light

f14Why has it got to be this way

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