A Leaf's Question

With global warming impacting the temperatures of the season. A perspective a tree's leaf may have about its role in the changing seasons.

A leaf's Question

As I look down, with people scurrying to rake up the fallen crew, 

I hang on overlooking, still covered with morning dew. 

Unusually warm this November Day, 

is it time to let go and wither away?

Confused, I should remember 

for my hues have told me so.

Changed in color I have, am I ready to let go and flow?

Shall I be a part of the raked and bundled tomorrow? 

For that thought in a way has brought me great sorrow. 

Will I get to scurry about as the wind moves within my veins? 

Looking forward to joining the others

in a pile lying in the rain. 

To the children's laughter as they roll us around, 

Listening to our last crackle, we'd relish in their joyous sound.

Until then, I shall hang on still swaying in the cooler winds, 

until my last dance in air, 

when I too become unhinged. 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I feel this is a beautiful metaphor for life. Especially those of us elder folks still clinging to the branch as everyone we know has been piled up and collected. Also I tend to love this time of year because I like the smell of wet leaves. A wonderfully written poem. CLE

[willweb]

That was nice. First poem I have read from a leaf's point of view. I like the creativity in this.