Maple Magic (poem)

The moment right, the time is here…

The day alight, the sky is clear…

The sun, it sets, a golden hue…

This tree begets, a wondrous view…

Orange and gold, they are not faint

The colors bold, as if in paint…

Maple magic, to close the day…

No things tragic, I hope and pray.

© 2018 – James Sponseller –


Categories: Nature, Poetry, Poetry & Prose

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5 replies

  1. That’s a beautiful piece. Nice rhyme and ring to it. Keep up the good work.

  2. Fall brings wondrous colors and brilliant poems that cannot be found in Spring. Thanks!

  3. I am glad you liked it. I should think there would be many things to write poems about in the spring too. I guess we will see 🙂

  4. What an uplifting poem.

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