The last leaves still cling to the branches. What is that? Courage? Commitment? Or maybe folly and hubris. Whatever it is we know any remaining squatters will be pushed aside by a new generation of leaves. That first leaf -- sometime back in September -- where is she now? Blown on to the neighbors yard, or maybe right under the tree now covered by others and forgotten. Some more fell in October and more still even on that day in early November that was too warm and it seemed like summer was clawing his way back. A cold front in late November took many followed by an early snow, barely an inch, but just enough for us to forget the fallen leaves. We woke up that morning startled by the new view.
These last few stalwarts, the centenarians of their lot, may just make it to the new year. I hope so -- they've seen a lot. Soon enough they'll join their fallen brothers and sisters. Just like last year.