Tree Poems: 17/25
Nature, Tree

The Last Leaf

© Alec Martin

Watching the last few leaves cling to a neighbour's tree during an autumn storm.

There it hung
There it clung,
A small parcel of gold,
The wind blew stronger
Leaf could hold no longer,
It was worn and old.

Then, as if with a sigh
As the clouds scudded by
Leaf let go and soared;
The capricious wind stopped
Leaf halted, then flopped.
The wind, in victory, roared.

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