i watched the last leaf fall
from the maple tree
reddish brown,
it floated slowly
to the cold ground
the tree standing naked
branches exposed
colours faded
skeletal existence
privacy invaded
I picked up the last leaf
and smiled slightly
knowing inside
after winter's sleep
the majestic maple will once again rise
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200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
