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 –

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:

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