Leaves of Autumn

You left me hanging in the wind
Like withered leaves of Autumn.
Unsure of certain death,
or to hold on to life.
At times your branches
shook, too rough
and holding on was tough.
At times, your branches reached
"Hold On!" they me beseeched.
And in the end the leaves; dismayed
confused, refused...forgotten.
Dropped slowly to their tomb,
The icy earth, of Winter.