Poem for a Lost Maple

My boyfriend mourns the loss of the Francophone Canada

 

Maple,

Translucent, crimson,

blowing, bending, breaking,

like tongues, windswept, erased.

Uprooted.  

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Oh, the pain of bereavement, the despair of extinction. Cathartically articulated.Reminded me of Bob Dylan and how time always changes...

[MAC]

okay so it could be said that it is only a tree but it isn't is it. this is beautifully sad and so incredibly well penned. great write!

[Lily Mae]

This gives me the feeling of the fall and the knowing what that season brings forth. Dormant times with Winter ahead.. Great write :) x