He Wears a White Tuxedo

by Maple Tree   Feb 23, 2015


I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive,
misty exhales swirl around ice daggers,
held by the old mighty maple.

My warrior in winter.

He never leaves my side in seasons,
Walking with shadows,
holding his leaves of autumn.

Cooling my heated cheeks
from a shady, rooted trunk
of summertime melodrama.

My warrior, my Maple
awaits to cradle a crickets
sigh for me, upon a springs
curtsy.

For now he wears a white
tuxedo, spun of silky snow.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I always love your nature pieces Andrea, you've just got this beauty and this natural gift when you write, and your connection with nature and the maple tree is so powerful and when we read pieces like this we can feel that connection so vividly.

    So much strength and beauty in this piece. love it, always a joy to read xx

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    ^ Stole the words (and excitement) right out of my mouth :)

    Such spirit and strength in this piece... gives me hope! Lovely to read.

  • 9 years ago

    by Britt

    Maple trees have very strong roots, which I love that you tie into here, because it's a beautiful metaphor. Your roots dig deep into this warrior. Such a heartfelt thought.

    I love that "my warrior in winter". Just sounded beautiful.

    LOVE LOVE LOVE the spring's curtsy. Seriously, just a fun image to read. <3 <3 <3

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