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
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
Posted by keeperofthesword on September 10, 2012
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