I saw the loneliest thing yesterday,

just crying out for a poem.

A dark night, children running excitedly from one house to the next.

I smile despite my sadness and watch.

I happen to look up and am startled by what I see.

A lone tree

it's branches and every last twig,

completely bare

all except for one tiny little thing, a tiny little leaf

still clinging on

still living

while I watch it in awe and wonder and envy,

as I realize what she meant.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on a Halloween night...

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