It Hung

It hung by a stem
to the bare branch above.
It was the last leaf
on the bare limb
of the tree.
Surprising, for we had,
wind gusts and much rain.
The leaves in the Summer,
were a lovely shade of green.
When fall arrived, it was cold
and the night temperatures dropped.
We witness the change, in colors,
bright yellow, red in the leaves
before they fall to the ground.
Yet, here is a lonely leaf,
the last of its kind of this tree,
and a barren branch,
awaiting to fly.