The Swamp Maple
Clad in leaves the Swamp maple tree's red dress
Falling down one by one without redress
Down to the mires soft watery kisses
Longing for wintery reminisces
Dreamt of warm soughing winds and a green dress
Stood the maple in the swamps lean caress
Ruefully born were a thousand red ships
They curled and cupped softly as blood red lips
Till at last the maple stands bare and stark
The last lips sunk to mires deep lair and dark
Winds dying down and frost filling the air
The tree looks to next year's thrilling affair
Falling down one by one without redress
Down to the mires soft watery kisses
Longing for wintery reminisces
Dreamt of warm soughing winds and a green dress
Stood the maple in the swamps lean caress
Ruefully born were a thousand red ships
They curled and cupped softly as blood red lips
Till at last the maple stands bare and stark
The last lips sunk to mires deep lair and dark
Winds dying down and frost filling the air
The tree looks to next year's thrilling affair
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