A solitary leaf flutters in the breeze

Low fog creeps over with utter ease

Shallow light coming from the stars

The sound of rusling leaves is sparce

Sole - standing hollow and dejected

Ever so abandoned and unprotected

Empty space barren and dispondent

Low branches sway and gently bend

Alone not just for the period of dark

For a lifetime with temporary spark

Constantly returning to desolate state

Feeling just empty - not pity nor hate

©2002 Jerry Marty