Maple Plantain TreeA Poem by emipoemiI’m a Maple tree with plantains spread Amidst my crimson leaves, With sparks of flair and flowery spurs Enshrouded in their sleeves. I’m prolific while the time is high (From Spring’s rise to Autumn’s fall), But as the last of my leaves go, And Winter winds begin to blow, Since plantains cannot further grow, I cannot write at all. I linger in the dumps of block, Pale from the bitter cold, And dead and dusty deep inside, As all my gold is mold. But once Spring stretches far and wide, And the leaves adorn the trees, As through my veins my sap would flow To purge the wintry pain and woe, And aid the budding plantains grow, I thus can write with ease. -EDP © 2018 emipoemiReviews
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