The last leaf;
red, orange and a subtle shade of yellow.
He hangs in solitude,
on the lonely branch of an empty tree.
The swift breeze
embracing his delicate and fragile body
until he slowly and gently
drifts to the ground.
He joins his companions
to form a blanket like fire on Autumns forest floor...
For a while, there he shall reside,
his dainty structure
become weak and brittle,
eventually disintegrate into the earth
until he remains more...
Yet he shows no resistance,
only acceptance,
peaceful harmony with his new and beautiful surroundings.
In his final hours he shall play,
happily dance to the song of the whistling wind.
For he knows his ending was inevitable,
It is what Mother Nature intended...

© Carriejh