Last leaf

Hi everyone,

With an appreciative nod to O’Henry:

The Last Leaf

Frost-sharpened winds
scythe away leaves
to weave the earth a mourning cloak,
and bony limbs stripped naked
surrender the season.

Outside your pane
I clutch still, dare
to hold the cosmos at bay.
Stay strong, friend,
for another day.

(c) by David L. Harrison
all rights reserved