Ode to the Last Leaf

Frost ascends towards the last leaf,
cold touch occluding its bleak sigh,
ungracious fate left it with Grief,
contemptuous season passes by.

Undulating carpets of white,
smother the withering flowers,
reflecting the brilliant sunlight,
trees weighed down by snowy showers.

Alas! left to its dying whim,
cursed with the awful boon of life,
to witness the departure grim,
while battling stubborn weather’s strife.

Raging currents of torturous air,
cannot drown its prayer mellow,
accepting destiny deemed unfair,
aged veins waning shades of yellow.

~AJ

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