From Kitchen View

I watched it all from kitchen view,
The shiver shake as cold winds blew.
A lonely leaf still held on tight,
While clouds above raced out of sight.

It held with desperation bold,
That little leaf there in the cold,
The final soldier of the war,
Its mates below would fight no more.

They skittered, bounced, and ran around,
Those other leaves upon the ground.
Their random goals were not their own,
They simply went where they were blown.

Back up above, that little leaf,
It mocked the wind with great mischief.
It shook and quaked, it rustled on,
Up there so far above my lawn.

I stood and watched in disbelief
And rooted for that little leaf.
But, then, alas, it wasn’t long,
A sudden gust, it proved too strong.

The wind rushed in with steely hand.
The leaf, in vain, made final stand,
But from that lofty height was wrest.
The branch, it creaked its weak protest.

I watched it all from kitchen view,
While outside still the cold winds blew.
The leaves, they jumped and flew in flight,
While clouds above raced out of sight.