Thursday, May 24, 2012

Maple Leaves

Citrine bits scatter sown over
the lake’s memory of black quartz
drifting like golden, light filled dories.
So the sowing goes all day
across the broad field of the water.
Off and on, in gusts
of well-populated wind
but sometimes in an artful dropping.
One by one each leaf settles on its twin
until the maples lose all their inhibitions .

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