Cold Leaves

They are the last of their kind, the Cold Leaves.  In a world of empty branches, they are all that remains of colourful seasons past.

To me, a leaf hanging on a branch in February is a symbol of resilience.  I wonder how something so delicate can withstand the wind, the rain and the snow for such a long time.

Though they may not retain their original brilliance and beauty, the Cold Leaves refuse to be swept away.  They find ways to remain a part of the landscape.

I know that, with the onset of spring, new growth will push the old out.  I just wanted to take a minute, to acknowledge that small things can stand tall and stand alone.