Survivor

 Survivor


A delicate tree outside my window,

near naked now,

for now is naked November.


Its twiggy branches 

shiver in the wind,

a few red leaves left. 


I like this feather of a tree

for its audacity, despite its fragility,

to survive the cold, cold winters.  


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