Japanese Maple

Walking out of the cool glass door
Into warm and fleeting Autum
Inspired by the fiery pigment
Of an inconspicuous leaf
Laying there
Amongst a sea of crimson tide.

Flushed under the suns gentle rays
Delaying the faintly crisp scent of winter
In hopes of resisting it's inevitable fate.
Succumbing to it's destiny.
And slowly wither away.

Withers until it has surrendered it's name.
Becomes integrated in the plush ground
It once sprouted from.
Once upon a midsummers lazy afternoon.

But today-
Just for a moment-
The end is far away
As I place you
Gingerly to rest in my palm.
Naively,
Your crinkles I so want to smooth.

Reviews

[Sara]

a beautiful piece, elegant and naturalistic... i'm forever fascinated by the detail and grace of the natural world, and this poem captures that perfectly... good job :)

[Jonathan Ballam]

This poem had a tender quality to it. It made you stop to "smell the roses". I found my mind enveloped in a far more beautiful world.

Lovely!

[Christopher James]

I really enjoy simple, beautiful poetry like this. There's something rapturing about the first line, 'cool glass' is what I think does it. There's also something vaguely dream like about it, 'crimson tide's and 'the end is far away' seem to do this for me, I'm not sure if it was your intention? Good work though, I have a definite soft spot for your work :)