Fall Fancies - The Lament of the Last Tree

Alone in the upstate New York community I live in, the last tree with leaves stands proudly.

Taken several days ago but still full of leaves today

Look at me! it seems to say.  I am the last survivor.

A month ago, turning trees were everywhere.

Red and gold, brown and yellow, my brothers celebrated the season.

Broome County Library, November 4

Now it's down to me.  I am the last.

The other leaves have fallen.  They sit in leaf bags and in mulch piles.

Only I remain, but for how long?  Perhaps hours? Perhaps until the next windstorm?  Or when snow finally comes to upstate New York?

My days are numbered.  But do not mourn for me.