Thursday, July 18, 2013

On the Occasion of an Abundance of Maple Seeds



 
You brought me home a maple seed
Held aloft like a magical dragon wing.
You had never noticed them before
And  wanted me too to try

To make it spin to earth.
And I thought -
Child
   Child
       Child
How can it be that I am the tree?
I am this seed
Falling
   Falling
     Turning and whirling
when you are close to me

Through this brief time
We are blessed
To share together.

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