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September 23, 2014

The Sacred Maple Tree. ~ Melanie Spencer {Poem}

Red Maple Tree

It’s the last days before autumn.

my aura expels over my dreams

like the pink sunrise peering in my rattling window.

My dog burrows her head under my leg

between blankets & the navy color of dawn’s light.

I’ve passed onto another existence—

The rustling of the breeze tells stories of the vibrations

of the distant maple tree

& her transformation under the moon from green to bold red.

Her branches stand tall on the mountain;

Leaves swaying softly—

a palette of the goddess’ kisses.

On the last day of autumn,

Air & Earth will commune

in a current of messages.

Leaving the red kisses on the doorsteps of children—

My neighbor, a little boy with a soccer ball

will hold the red leaf to his face—

& the wind will knock & howl at a girl’s window–

awakening the daydreamer, tracing hearts in the dust–

a meeting of laughter will echo

& as winter arrives,

the echoes will warm the maple tree

awaiting to spring with fairy tales

defined in the death of her leaves.

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Editor: Renée Picard

Photo: courtesy of the author

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