A Grove of Birch


A grove of birch,
gnarled streaks,
starkly white
against leaden sky,

with
autumn glory gone,
except

for a single
leaf, stubborn,
stronger than
its siblings.

Clinging to
false hope.

Waiting for
winters, distant sun
to change

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