Detached

There was a solemn leaf,
The last leaf on the tree.
The others had already gone,
They had already gone.

Beauty past, so crisp and green,
With winter's coming death.
So many lost, these friends of mine
That left me to go last.

The last leaf on the tree,
Dry and fragile he,
The others had already gone,
They had already gone.

Forgotten or Forsaken,
The last leaf on the tree.
Dry and staunch and bare
The cold wind doesn't care;
No leaf before had ever known
Just this kind of grief.

For with a chilling breeze
Plucked that last leaf from the tree.
The others had already gone,
They had already gone.


No will left to care
As it flutters through the air
Comes to rest on icy earth.

Time is done, the setting sun,
Brittle little thing.

Unfeeling, cold, no one was told,
Too late and now detached.


Copyright Kristen Stacy (aka RoseErifnosi) 2009