The January Oak
A few recalcitrant leaves
wave in the northwest wind,
tiny banners, browned
and wrinkled by time,
but steadfast in the place
each came to mark, almost fingered.
wave in the northwest wind,
tiny banners, browned
and wrinkled by time,
but steadfast in the place
each came to mark, almost fingered.
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For the leaves left.
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wrinkled by time. ***
I kinda identify with them. *
tiny banners
they're hanging on *
*
Enjoyed the poem. Great way to close.
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