The leaves don’t let go <br />that easily either. It takes a bluster, <br />a filabuster of north wind, <br />and the wasp-sting of the first <br />chill of late September <br />to tear them off the page <br />of summer. <br /> <br />Persuasion doesn’t do it. <br />Sometimes in the middle of winter, <br />(the DEAD of winter, as they say) <br />you might see one shriveled <br />oakleaf, dangling from a frozen <br />filament of stem, <br />defiant, victorious. <br /> <br />Nothing likes to end; <br />the October wind invites <br />the leaf to tango in the frosty air. <br />A shy curtsey, a twirling turn, <br />a pirouette, then the dance <br />is over and only the bare <br />fingers of the tree remain.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-leaf-refuses-to-fall/
