Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

To the very last

I’m just a tiny leaf
Trembling in the wind
Small, brittle, and frail
The brisk autumn air
Whistles through me
Moves me, mourns me
With its last love song
Viscous tears of amber
Glow around me, sparkle
Recalling the warmth
The light and the fire
Of seasons forever lost
With my tiny stem
Bending in the rain
I cling to your branch
My life, my only love
To the very last.