A Note from the Blogger: Yes, I know this was supposed to be done like... a year and a half ago. But I had the urge to finish this old project, so that's what I'm a-fixin' to do.
The first leaves took flight in October,
swayed by windy persuasions,
leaving their brilliant comrades
to brave the bluster somehow.
In February, the last holdouts lost hold,
as winter's breath strengthened,
their stems torn from limbs
by the dry, enduring chill.
It is March now, and there you cling,
my final, fierce maple leaf,
equal parts cussedness and glory,
holding on to the promise of spring.
