The Gentle Maple

The title is in reference to Canada :)

~~~
Her battered cliffs
eroding
tell
of timeless drifts of coastal swell
As upward
rising
wholesome mist
coheres
with life's
advancing fist
~
Above
her gentle maples
frown
her autumn bliss now shades of brown
Her glory
fades
through misperceives
distorted
crushed
to rotted leaves
~
Across
the mistral'd
comber
lakes
her foehn of wistful soul awakes
In deathless hush
of cruel
mistakes
the gentle maple
sighs
~~~

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have heard you have a beautiful country. This lovely poem certainly does her justice. A gem of a write. Well done.

Chris

[Mari' Emeraude]

Ahhhhh what a beautiful poem to curl up with!

[McEltic]

Curling up goes good with a mug of Baily’s...

[emipoemi]

I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! soothing and profound! Well done!

[McEltic]

Thank you once again emipoemi... As a fellow Canadian I thought you might be able to relate to this piece :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a hovering ode sung in a melancholy autumn music. The beautifully hushed tones are wondrous here.

[McEltic]

Thank you so much for your kind thoughts on this piece. Hope you could feel the music playing