Sally DeSmet Trueblood
The Last Leaf To Fall
When the last leaf has tiptoed down from the security of its shapely branch, lightly spinning without destiny,
to the company of the early leaves that passed before,
it takes its place on the cold dark ground.
Who among us knows that it clung tighter, stayed longer,
and didn't want to give up the security of the shapely strong branch.
Now its there among the other leaves, vast, dense, and lost,
and as the winds scatter all the leaves away from the security of
the stately tree,