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Sugar Maple Home

To be left bare to all rhyme and most reason
From gnarled wounds of sweet nectar eaten
A Mother whom suckled life, beyond season
Still they come in glee, lapping there the given

In her bloomed bouquet of chronomantic hues
She was resplendent as she captivated views
Coyly she stripped away at her prophetic news
Fall has come to hibernate into his nestled snooze

Thirteen points stretch from Sea to Shining Sea
Proudly branching Freedom to stand Tall for Thee
Blend into her blanket of Oz piled high to your knee
How warm it is to hug intently OUR Sugar Maple Tree
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Evans Avatar
October 13, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Nice!. Aesthetic for sure. I dig the line "From gnarled wounds of sweet nectar" and thanks for sharing............peace!
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