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Maples

Montage of Autumn flows
Marked by minty trees ...lush!
Mauve-gold leaves whirl a dance
Melding shade for lovers -
Moonlight medley enthralls
Mood's magic brings spell on
Maple moments of Fall !

Maples

Maples thrive in autumn
Mature leaves change colors
Melange of rustic hues
Maroon, umber and gold
Mortality in flight
Mother trees left weeping
Mourning 'til early Spring

MAPLES

    Majestic maple trees,
    Mixed coloured autumn leaves.
    Mirrored on cool waters,
    Montage miscellanies.
    Myrtle, flame, silvered streaks, 
    Magenta, edged with  gold, 
    Moonlight bliss, lovers kiss.

    10 / 16 / 2024.

Maples

 Maples have long life spans
 Most are deciduous
 Makes great stringed instruments
 Many have bright fall hues
 Marked by crimson and gold
 Much loved by bird species
 Marvelous bell shaped blooms

Maples

Maple trees- you stand tall
     Meeting October's change-
Melding to burnished golds.
     Midst our Autumn splendor-
Mark shedding as goodbye.
     Meer naked, you'll sleep till
March- as buds wake again.

Maples

Mature arboretum
Memory of spring gone
Many start to wither
Maple leaves dominate
Multi-coloured display
Montage for October
Masterclass in fine art

Caress In the Maples Silhouette

She felt the lavendar sunset,
Caress her love,
Like an evening gown,

In the maples autumn,
Silhouette,
She stretched her hair,
And crescent hips,
To the blush of moon,

Golden leaves,
Upon the green,
And candles,
Upon verandas,

She gazed,
Within the hymn,
Of her being,
And,
Like her wine,
She uncorked her sighs,
Letting her damp soul,
Cool like rose mists,

Her silhouette,
Shimmered,
Like the lake,
That reflected,
Her exotic beauty,
And its enchantment,
Of waves, 

In midnights moonlight,
She kept her embers glowing,
With the soothe,
Of lavendars,
And love,
That she kept,
In the maple coves,
Of her soul
Reynaldo Casison

Sugar Maples

Bleeding Sugar maples drip by drip
as a child, I'd oft steal a sip.


02/27/2023

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Below the Maples

Last night a high wind
undressed the maple grove
it broke both twig and bough.

A flying carpet fell,
blood-tinted gold
spackled the woodland floor,
all in a heap and litter.

If you walk ankle-deep there
your shoes learn to speak
with the dying and the dead.

Mischievous Maples

kiss of light, embracing, promising quiet
breathless joy, comforting with kind, gentle sighs
whispering leaves, softly waltzing, can’t deny it
wonders, inspired, brilliant desires who chastise
forests bring whimsical wonders to riot
playing gaily, summer’s goodbye to revise
history reminds the heart who laughs shyly
autumn trembles its teasing flourish, slyly

Maples

over velvet loans
designed gold plates displayed ---
finest fair of fall

17 March 2022

Homeless One Amongst the Spruce and Maples Trees-

 I saw the maples;
Chattering with the spruce;
Sparrows awaken;
Squirrels recused;
Running rapid; 
Are those rabbits;
Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree;
God where are all the honey bees;
By the grave I saw the maples;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
I felt obliged to admire the Rameses;

~

The bur oak smiled;
As the trees of all kinds;
Lo! The sun dials;
Waves with the wind in the skies;
Do just only the butterflies mind;
For the maple leaves fallen down;
By the grave I saw the maples;
Onto the grounds are browned and dead;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
Tree, tree, trees;
Memories;
Dread;
~
Homeless one I am;
I guess under their shade I’ll be sleeping;
Living off the land;
Alone sleeping;

7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021

Silver Maples In Spring

April 30, 2020
Silver Maples In Spring:

Sunlight seeps through Spring’s enlightening air
Trading snowy blankets for muddy grass.                  
White crystal trees will wake up to be bare,
As warm gold waves drip from a blue canvas

Feeding the still starving skeletal frame
Of slippery Silver Maples holding
Red buds to blossom in the morning flame
To become sharp bright green leaves exploding

Within the canopy like shimmering 
Fireworks celebrating nature’s rebirth. 
Red Cardinals and chickadees are chirping
Gentle songs as the soundtrack for the earth. 


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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

Dead Maples

  
I heard them groaning
I heard the chainsaws sawing--
the maples lay dead


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October 16, 2013


Poetry/Senryu/dead maples
Copyright Protected, ID 10-513-335-16
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France


For the Standard contest, Senryu, 
sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Judged 2013

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