On this fall day
the great stand of
maples have called
me to join them.
The hues of colored
leaves speak of
change as autumn
winds dance on the
branches and embrace
with cool intoxication.
The sweetness has waned.
The crisp red and yellow
leaves curl and wither.
Soon they will separate
from the great trees and float
gently toward the earth.
The sap has gone from their
veins, like the blood from mine,
but do not shed tears for us.
The earth will warm, new leaves
will appear, and I will be reborn
in each and every leaf here in
The Sugar Bush. I will be one
with my Maples!