Playful Sprigs Of Maple

By lupus tenebrae

The air, rank with dampness,
jostles the underbrush

from its cozy, earthen home:
rain, seized like dewdrops

by playful sprigs of maple
wafting in an errant breeze,

subservient to interpretive dance

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Published on Monday, July 13, 2015. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Written at my family reunion while waiting out a sudden downpour.

Comments on "Playful Sprigs Of Maple"

On Tuesday, July 14, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

I like the allusion to interpretive dance! The rain has sure been making the leaves dance on the east coast this summer, holy cow! Ciao, T/S
A former member wrote: This is pretty awesome reminds me of when I was a kid and all the little helicopters from the maple trees would fly all over the place when it rained or the wind blew... awesome job!