Red Breast of Autumn

The Maple is a family

of branches

thighs of toughness

granted over

generations of

growth

red glow reflections

as leaves

drip dripping into

its own

imagination-

Reach out and touch

it’s

exquisiteness

it’s rapture

overhanging and

trembling with shades

of sentiment

a memory of voices

calling-

Come and be

my bride.