THE LAST LEAF

a poem by Nancy Ellen Crossland, USA - poetry writer, author, poet



The last leaf;
Clinging
To the end of the branch,
Below
Dried remnants of autumn's emergence
Blazing orange, crimson and gold
Now to be swept away
By the next gust
The last leaf;
Wavering,
Twirling,
Then
Whoosh!
Orphaned from the branch
It had clung to for weeks
As it descends;
Another breath of autumn's chill
Propels it upward
Upward
Spinning,
Spinning,
A reprieve
From it's final resting place
Among the fallen leaves.


Nancy Ellen Crossland
9/13/2009

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