Maples Crying
Many are the maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode,
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying;
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene,
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly.
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling,
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns;
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest,
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me.
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence,
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green;
Now rest, now sleep maples sweet,
Gather your memories of spring, summer and fall close and dream.
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February 3, 2013
Poetry/Acrostic/Maples Crying
Copyright Protected, ID 02-454-132-03
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Short Acrostic Poem
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 02/2013
Second Place
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