the American
Holly leaves and berries glow
in the undergrowth
when other hardwoods have lost
their leaves in the wintertime
/ / /
This poem is a tanka, the day eleven prompt from NaPoWriMo, and an erasure, the day thirteen prompt from Poets & Writers.
The source of the words came from a book, National Audubon Society First Field Guide: Trees, by Brian Cassie.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
The berries are one of my favourite things about winter. We have seven very tall tress downstairs that are red berried every winter. They are evergreens but don’t look like holly. I’m still on their track.
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