Last of His Kind.. (go back »)

I sat on the porch
Enjoying the last of the warmth before the snow came in.
You could feel the warmth so enjoyable,
But yet the breeze from the North had a snap of coldness to it.
Warning me that as I sat here watching the clouds roll in..
"You better go in I'm getting ready to change"
All around the clouds got thicker and more abundant,
Closer and closer they come, chillier and chillier the breeze becomes.
I sat there with my head down writing and could hear the breeze blowing,
I felt as if I was surrounded by a forest of changing trees.
I looked up and its only one.
One strong color changing tree in the midst of abandon.
No others surround him but yet he stands strong,
And as his leaves change and fall
He stands proud.
You can hear his rustling leaves for what seems like miles away,
So loud in his rustling.
Rustling to head the warning that change is coming.
Rustling to state that He is proud that He is the only tree you can see in the midst of a busy world.
He stands proud knowing that in just a few days,
He will be naked for all the world to see.
But he will still stand proud because
He is the last of his kind.

~MGJ~

In Poetry