Last Leaf

Hanging on,
don’t want to fall!
I’m good here,
up where I’m tall.

Last dogwood leaf hanging on one of three bare trees

I’ll stay till spring,
can’t get me down!
I’ll wave and nod
And be the crown.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is for Poetry Friday, hosted this week thanks to Carol’s Corner!

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