MAPLE TREE

Sail your weight of scarlet-orange,

      Flaunt boughs, broad maple tree;

White porch columnes freshly painted

      Catch your flambeau, rooms for free

Well with light that oxidation's bonfires,

      Playing checkers with Time, transmute into the blue.

Under limbs, love was next-door neighbor;

     Those seasons are gone; you fires renew.

Behind, fields intended; fruits drop as of old.

      The whole scene's a glistening skien of gold

Donned like an aged, tragic movie-queen,

      Impatient wating wind and rain, her directors.

Author's Note

page 2 from "Sea-Oat Plots"..published in Rome, Italy in 1973

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

You had this mastered before I was even born..

this is why it's one of my many missions in life is to show your genius to the world..thanks buddy, I'm gonna buy us some hooch this weekend..yep..and I'll ring your doorbell a dozen times, cause you always love it when i do that...hahahahaha

i'm an impatient director, what can I say? you know me

[Markymark]

Incredible. Love the feeling of this piece. Some abstraction is enough to hide parts, but it flows beautifully, and reads like a published piece.

Love it.

Markymark

[Emily B]

there is always the possibility that the colors will erupt again. . .
cycles of fruition
maybe if we wait patiently, your creative juices will swell and burst