I am looking through the window
All is gray, wet and cold.
Droplets bombard the glass.
A black tree skeleton on the low heavy gray sky.
Air is mixed with water and dust and feels cold even from the inside
It makes my room feel warm and cozy.
Anticipation of winter in the air
Nature is ready for a long slumber.
Sleepy trees are shaking off their last yellow and brown leaves.
I noticed a single leaf
Still there, clinging to the black branch
Refusing to let go
The last leaf, it looked cold and lonely
The tree doesn't want it anymore
But for the leaf it is so hard to let go
It was born there
There is a desperate hope, an illusion
The last leaf
It does not want to die
It does not know - it is dead already
But the tree knows.
The spring will come again
It will wake up to a new bright sunshine
Sun will paint the sky blue
Eagerly anticipating summer
The tree will grow new leaves, a new beautiful coat
The last leaf does not know that it is dead already
It is holding on
It feels that the Universe will end if it let go.
A gust of wind
The leaf falls now indistinguishable from others
Nobody noticed this drama except me
Life goes on
Nothing changed in the universe
There will be another stubborn leaf next fall
And I wonder about us humans.