a single,
red
leaf
hangs with all its might
to a branch outside my
window

it holds on strongly,
not wavering,
and certainty not
falling any time
soon

but it’s green brethren
hang to the tree
with the same strength
but do it with considerably more
ease
and
grace

yet that single,
red
leaf,
hanging on for dear life
as the first causality
of the impeding fall,

seems so much
greater
than those
green leaves
that surround
it
and who do not
struggle
to do the very same act
as the red
one