Red Maple

In my yard a Red Maple grows

Between where the Frasier Firs go

A Merlot, or perhaps Cabernet

Way the light hits, or time of day,

Never seen from far, far away.

Once only branches: no flames that glowed

I waited and waited days ago

Now full of the reddish of leaves

A Red Maple

Wrestle with the Fir Frasier show

Press up against the lattice rows

Whisper your secrets as you sway

Curious as to what you’d say

In my yard this much I do know

A Red Maple