Endurance

How fleeting the hours,
how abruptly the day
ends.
Watch the sunset,
suspended on a curved
canvas of blue,
haltingly
labor
a sliver of rose
through lowslung clouds.

Among bare branches
of a poplar,
two golden leaves flutter
above the unflinching snow,
at the blade tip
of a slender trunk:
here
a pair of wings.

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