Thursday, January 10, 2013

Maple The Wind Tree

 It's a fact: that maple ruined
the woods, it was meant to go.
Such trees seem born odd,
their branches stare at
the ripples in water,
ignoring watchful eyes of
nearby mountains,
winter tree leaves dress
in gold or silver,
cold like ex-lover's heart,
Thunder storms are memories
as icy air freezes the earth,
brushing spindly twigs
with restless forces.