Winter.
The last yellow leaf
Falls lightly from the far west bough
Into the narrow river
The leaf flows as the wind
Blows on the surface of the icy cold river
Suddenly,
The wind howls
But the yellow leaf won't give in
Sinks into the clear water
The wind howls even more
As though bragging its victory
As the leaf sinks deeper and deeper
Down to the bed of the
River that seemed so welcoming and
Safe, no more.
