Walking After the Storm
A single stubborn maple treeHolding out against the winter,
Refusing to strike its colors and
Holding on to icy autumn leaves,
Scarlet, saffron, magenta, ocher;
And the sun slanting in its limbs
Like a vaulted cathedral window
Where four blackbirds congregate,
Kneeling, somber, their bent backs
Still, silent as cloistered monks.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-02-04 at 20:46
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