The trembling leaf, cold and alone
was late to fall, and now fights
hanging by a thin, worn out stem,
it bends against the wind
but does not break,
it peers to see vast whiteness
above rooftops, weighing down tree limbs,
in the smiles of children.
The shivering leaf, is acutely aware
of the white that hangs against its own ragged edges,
bristling, it shakes off white flakes,
white dancing against a gray sky.
The children laugh and point,
the bustling leaf waves back,
strangely content to lie
until spring arrives.