Crisp and cool
Majestic Maple sheds her scarlet and butterscotch dress.
Limbs bare now,
She shivers in the cold.
Gazing upon her kingdom –
a junkyard of boats
Sailing through a sea of leaves –
And weeds their only captain.
Dead lawnmowers lie buried beneath
Majestic Maple’s discarded dress.
A vee of geese honk their goodbye –
From tree to tree squirrels leap;
Snow falls quietly from a cloudless sky.
Majestic Maple sleeps.
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