Waking From a Catnap
Gently,
the maple's
veined hydra of a
tounge stretches out
in fall to taste the midday
mist, to sate its chronic thirst.
How like a baby in its mother's arms
is this rough-grained senior clothed in bark.
Copyright © Geoffery Mchugh | Year Posted 2009
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