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Maple Tree calls to me.

Her enchantment lifts my eyes

beyond my electronic screen.

“Notice me,”

she says.

And I do.

The lush green of summer

is relenting,

giving way to autumn color.

From the tips of the branches,

working its way

toward the trunk,

the chloroform life is pulling


coming to center.

Only reds are left

behind and offer

a glorious finale.

Those, too, will make their way

into the earth, although

with a different exit strategy.

Then the bare brown

will show itself, always

sooner than expected.

“Notice me,”

says my life.

The same ground is waiting.

photo credit: Ed Siderewicz

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