Maple Lives

This yellow sweet anthem of spring is nearing
Sung and played by the Green Mistress's steering
Of mated birds and collected hives
This busy song, her ode to maple lives.
Frothing from her mother-bark's leaf
Is this sole drop, wet and golden and candy sweet.
How delicious for her to swallow all in her path,
To collect and drown their secret wrath...

Then forth she wanders, glassy and bubbling,
With stolen specks of silent troubling...
Frozen conspiracies and shadowed fights,
Arousing this nature's cast of caramel light.

The poor mass of humbled beings broken by her design,
Will illustrate the price of what's physically benign.
This maturing candy rock of once silent sweet flirt,
Will allow you to flavor those souls she had hurt.

poem by Masiela Lusha
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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