A Maples Meditation
A crowd gathers beneath the Maple
amid rustling rumors of winter
each one pondering “why me?”
as the rally moves aimlessly.
The ancient Maple basks in its Zen
rooted in an infinite knowledge
passed to its fluttering seedlings
caught in the chaos of the crowd.
Winter, a Maples meditation,
circular “oms” mark time’s passing
echo through her folded branches
exhale the truth - a silent hush.
John G. Lawless
©11/9/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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