HANGING IN THERE
The flashy flaunting maples
Have had their say and oaks
Now hold their tawny sway:
Orange melanged with bronze
Mingled with hints of green
The eye is pleased to linger on.
And so too do slim beeches
Add ocher notes to the scene,
All joining in fall’s final fling
And in no hurry to let go.
Skiers will find leaves lingering
On branches laced with snow.
A tip of the hat to tenacity!
Why not prolong the final bow?
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