It clings there

One single solitary leaf

Its siblings long since composting

On the ground below

Its colors are no more

It is a dry, lifeless, brown

And yet it holds fast

Evidence of a nearly forgotten spring

When it was young, pliant, and green

Yet still it adheres persistently to its branch

Through strong autumn winds

And winter’s frost and freezing cold

This one, single, solitary leaf

Its beauty long since faded

Unshakable and defiant it stays

Its attachment unbreakable, unassailable

Staunchly it clings there

And I wonder how it can be so strong

So tenacious?

11 thoughts on “Tenacious

    1. Thank you Celenia – I have been watching that little leaf for months now, wondering when it will finally fall, but nope – through strong winds and foul weather of all kinds it hangs on – much like a survivor as you so profoundly point out. It speaks to me as well, until finally I had to try to find words to describe it. Thanks so much for your kind, and very wise, words.


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