Beneath, the Maple Trees

I went for a walk today in the rain, and the wind took my hair blowing it about it felt so sublime and divine as I strolled beneath the maple trees and their leaves came tumbling down red, burnt orange and yellow like rain falling it was a perfect moment in time, so excited I gathered many to press within pages but sadly, they crumbled in my hand and I let them flutter away . . . _______________________ November 11, 2012 Free Verse/Beneath, the Maple Trees Copyright Protected, ID 11- 435-091-11 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard, Mid October Contest sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 11/ 2017 First Place ______________________ Submitted to the contest, Favorite Old Poem sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 2015 Third Place