Tenacious
It clings there
One single solitary leaf
Its siblings long since composting
On the ground below
Its colors are no more
It is a dry, lifeless, brown
And yet it holds fast
Evidence of a nearly forgotten spring
When it was young, pliant, and green
Yet still it adheres persistently to its branch
Through strong autumn winds
And winter’s frost and freezing cold
This one, single, solitary leaf
Its beauty long since faded
Unshakable and defiant it stays
Its attachment unbreakable, unassailable
Staunchly it clings there
And I wonder how it can be so strong
So tenacious?
LIVING THE DREAM 