Maples

The bright gaudiness of the maples
Before stripped of their bright clothes
Float like bright islands above the mist.
Illuminating the forest of burnished gold.
Its showy redness makes Autumn blush;
A fanfare, to usher in a time of cold.
Before they stand bare in their winter sleep.
Dreaming of their summer glory

poem by Paul Brookes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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