Oh!
Sweet Maple.
I feel your back
getting sore.
Magnificent clouds of cotton
have descended
-choosing to rest-
selfishly
on your open arms.
I can almost hear them
whispering softly:
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I’m in Denver too. I’m watching the huge trees in my backyard and am pretty sure their backs are getting really sore! Last Mother’s Day, I lost a giant branch on a giant tree in my backyard, and didn’t have power for several days, or internet for almost two weeks. Hoping that won’t happen again! Yikes!
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Sure is pretty, though…
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What a photo; what a poem. Love the anthropomorphism. The first four lines won me over completely.
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I grew up in Aurora. Ah, the unpredictability of snow and blizzards in Denver! I remember it well. I have seen my school friends posting about the snow. Hoping my grandparents are safe and snug away from the weather. Love the poem!
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Spring blizzards are so unexpected – and sometimes disappointing, aren’t they?
Love how you wrote this poem and personified the tree. Well done. I loved the line about the tree’s back breaking.
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I really enjoyed this piece. Especially the way you used italics. Beautiful!
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Beautiful! I hope that snow misses Iowa…
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Love the poem 🙂
My principal is out there for a conference and keeps sending pictures. So pretty and crazy that it was really warm yesterday, right?
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In the 70s!!
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When I saw your tagline I had to read your blog! I am from Denver! Oh how I miss home. My birthday is May 9 and I remember so many birthdays with snow. I think that the weather patterns have changed quite a bit though because the last time I was home I couldn’t imagine living without air condition… it was so darn hot!
My fav line: Sweet Maple.
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Those are magnificent clouds of cotton! Your slice today was provided by mother nature, but you told her tale well. When I saw the picture, I said OMG! So thankful that is not in my world. There would be no peaches for me, for sure.
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Simple, spare, and beautiful writing. Your verse gave me a new vantage on the day, and I thank you.
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I like the ambiguity of “hold on”. Certainly, the Sweet Maple. After thought, winter. After thought, maybe the people waiting for spring. I like the interplay between the beauty and the burden of a blizzard! Beautiful language throughout!
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