Too Shy to Leave

The air has put on a chill and the wind is blowing.  All the trees in our neighborhood, relishing the feel of a crisp breeze on their bare limbs, are casting off their leaves, tossing them on the ground.  But my kitchen tree, modest as can be, is merely swaying tentatively and blushing at her friends, speedily baring all.  But I know her.  She'll evertually get comfortable enough to drop hers also.