So this is a poem I wrote for a certain special person who was curious about my poetic ability. Here’s to you.

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A maple stands in the park on the corner

At the bend between the pond and the path

And it waits

For two

To fill its branches

The seats it hath

But the leaves fall

And the leaves return

And still the tree’s unwanted.

Spring springs

A child swings

Upon its branches

Forward, backward

Til shadows loom

But time ticks by

And still no couple

Fills the branches

While blossoms bloom.

Summer comes

Nature hums

Squirrels frolic

High in the tree

And birds sing

And bells ring

But still no love

For those to see.

Autumn falls

Sparrow call

Their final call

Before they fly

The leaves turn bright

They fall, alight

And still no one

As time ticks by.

November, late,

Winds abate

Two walk down the path,

Hand in hand

They climb the tree

Side by side they see

As the sun sinks low

Across the land.