Sunday, November 01, 2015
I have a sugar maple tree. Boy do I have a sugar maple tree!
When first planted it was just my height, now it is thrice my size
and I am probably a bit shorter, and still it is young.
It grows with madness creating huge palm shaped fans of green
that flicker and fly and make deep green shade
in the summer
sheltering insects and birds and me.
It is a snow bird in my warmer climate
but seems to accept the longer season.
When autumn comes for her audacious visit,
my maple becomes insane in reds, peaches,
oranges and limes
flaunting color back at the sun
bold and bodacious in its shades of glory
expending the last of its energy before casting everything to the ground,
in the grand finale then taking a long winter's nap.