Determined
A shocking streak of crimson
ushers up the chestnut tree.
Temperate nights dissolving
into autumn’s chill have
caused the creeper's tendrils to blush.
Caught off guard, she still maintains
her stronghold to the bough
that didn’t break and tumble
fitfully to the ground
when all around her had.
And there they lay in deep
decay and she, still clinging
to dreams of one day reaching the top,
ascends her aisle of furrowed bark
even more determined than before.
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9.4.15/7:43am
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