The Catch
Encouraged by hefty gusts from wind,
Maple swept his wide reaching branches,
ensnaring half moon in the wooded tangles of his arms.
Then heeding wind’s whispered advice
he teased and cajoled hapless moon
into shaking her silver dust down and all about
to glimmer wrap himself
to dust his dreary coat of bark
with tinseled silver shine.
All the while thinking to himself,
I really do prefer gold.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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