In my backyard
A maple tree
Blazes red, her allure unparalleled
She stands tall
When at her vibrant best
She gently lets go
Of her leaves, that once made her glow
The ones she has nurtured
And seen grow.
She does it with grace
One by one they abandon
The embrace of her arm
And twirl and swirl
In the autumn breeze
They waver, sometimes drift
Blinded by the morning mist
And they reach the ground.
Yet she stands unwavering
Bare, still bewitching
Her limbs shimmering
As the snow settles on her, slow.
She has wizened to the
Rhythm of nature long long ago
Soon will come the time for my children
To leave
I pray I can let go
with ease.
Just like the red maple tree
In my backyard.

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