The last leaf of Autumn, <br />Left dangling alone, <br />All her colorful mates <br />Have fallen and lost their tone. <br /> <br />No leaf of her kinship, <br />No relationships near by, <br />To exhibit a likeness of color, <br />Or utter an Autumn sigh. <br /> <br />Nature will not leave you, <br />To languish on a branch, <br />Since all your mates are frolicking, <br />Go join the annual dance. <br /> <br />The groaning wind will scatter <br />All leaves to a secluded bed <br />Where former gems of the forest <br />Now lie withered and dead. <br /> <br />So, soon you may follow, <br />If Nature has its way, <br />And from the forest's inner circle, <br />You are not permitted to stay. <br /> <br />When you truly lie withered, <br />And newly created ones are known, <br />Oh! what Autumn leaf could dwell <br />In the dense forest alone?<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-leaf-of-autumn/
