Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on November 27, 2015 Posted under Humor, Photography, Poetry Comments 41 Comments Last Leaf Hanging on, don’t want to fall! I’m good here, up where I’m tall. 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! . Ways to Share this:EmailPrintTwitterPinterestFacebookMoreTumblrPocketLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related leafnaturePoetryTree Post navigation ← Season of Thanks Wild Strawberry Jam → 41 thoughts on “Last Leaf” We still have lots of leaves on trees. It’s been unseasonable warm. A bush in my back yard is starting to bloom again! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply My day lilies are putting up green shoots because it’s warm here. They are seriously confused, though. The cold is coming. LikeLike Reply Beautifully penned… I love your poetic style, Bren… sending love and best wishes. Aquileana ☀★ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Aquileana!! LikeLike Reply “Knowing that you’re the crown of your Mother Tree fills you with determination.” Go go little leaf! Hang on!… haha i’m sorry, couldn’t resist putting Undertale reference. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Wow! That fits perfectly. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Makes me want to laugh at the resistance to change!! 😀 It must be lonely up there on it’s own! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Maybe. Or maybe it’s finally happy to have a little peace and quiet. LOL So says the mom of three after a 4 day weekend. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply The last “hold out” wishing to be top of the leaf pile and not the bottom one, molding in dampness. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Another great way to look at its motivation. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Well, I try to be creative since sometimes people write “Lovely post” or ” Love this!” which are very kind and thoughtful. I like to get an idea on which part really “worked.” Or hear how I inspired some creativity. You did this for me. You get me to “stretch my wings” and imagination, Brenda. LikeLike Reply I like that you are original and thoughtful in your comments. I try to do that, too. To sit and reflect for a minute. I am glad your imagination is flying. LikeLike Reply 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Wonderful little poem on that tiny leaf hanging on… 🙂 I really enjoyed.. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply My daughter liked it, but she wanted the poem to be longer. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply 🙂 lol.. Bless her LikeLiked by 1 person Reply She is a sweetie. Thanks! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It’s quite something to be the last leaf hanging, and it’s quite something to be the kind of person who notices and writes about that last leaf! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I’m thankful for my iPhone, always ready to snap a picture. When I looked up and saw the last leaf, and I pointed to it, everyone ooh’ed and ah’ed, ankle deep in leaves. 🙂 I was the only one who pulled out my camera. But then, I’m the only crazy blogger I know in person. I’m thankful that many other people blog like me. I wish I knew more in person. XOXO LikeLike Reply Pingback: Last Leaf | Grandtrines I love this leaf’s persistence! You will have to let us know when it actually falls! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Carol! I’ll keep an eye on it. 😉 LikeLike Reply I love seeing the different leaves that try hanging on. Some oak leaves can hang on most of the winter up there. Cute poem. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply True, some oak leaves stay until the new leaf pushes them free. I love your Coyote Moon. I tried to comment, but Blogspot hates me. Close Preview Edit Brenda Harsham said… I love that your poem has playful rhymes, even though you are talking about the scarier side of nature. I also love that it circles back around again to the moon. Aren’t those turkeys big? They look like sandbags when they fly out of a tree, and they sound like one, too, when they hit the ground. In case the comment didn’t make it to you, the gist was that I like the playful rhymes and the linking of the coyotes, the moon and the owls. LikeLike Reply Thanks! I don’t know why Blogspot would treat you so unkindly! I don’t have any particular settings that would kick you out. No one has mentioned that UNLESS – one other person had trouble but they were clicking on “Sign out” instead of “Post”! Check that out and let me know. You can’t be anonymous. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I put in my id and I was clicking publish, and it kept taking me a preview screen. Three or four times in a row. Then the same thing happened on Today’s Little Ditty, and I couldn’t answer even one of the very nice comments left on my poem. *Heaving a sigh* So I will be the mysterious non-responsive type. Some days blogspot lets me comment, but today was not one of them. LikeLike Reply stubborn in a good way ) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Perhaps deluded, but don’t tell! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply One final resistant leaf LikeLiked by 1 person Reply The first leaf and the last seem to have the most drama. LikeLike Reply 😄🍁 This is great!!! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks! 🙂 I was in a silly mood. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply A very symbolic photo. Love your post. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Olga. I was happy to see the possibility. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So sweet:) I hope it makes it until spring. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply He wants to! 😀 LikeLike Reply Resilient and stubborn lol LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Qualities we like around here. 🙂 LikeLike Reply haha! so much fun! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... 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