outside my window
trees reach out
their boney finger
grasping for heavy
dark clouds
slowly moving
to a silent dirge
a lone withered leaf clings
to one inconsequential
despicable hand
of one diminutive tree
it shivers
an orphan
its family long departed
succumbing to the cold
it falls reunited with its kin
uncelebrated not interred
it lies in bitter death
upon its decaying
ancestors
the stirring of life
gave it
its last push
©Qoheleth 2012
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