Red flowers of the Silver Maple

this cold March day, a splash of color on silver threads, embroidered on the sky- blue sky

Red Flowers of the Silver Maple

Cupped in red,
their tentacles reach out
this cold March day, a splash of color
on silver threads, embroidered on the sky-
blue sky.

Velcro hooks,
at heart soft green,
grow, unfurl their thin veined wings,
to grasp the nothing-we-can-see,
to float.

In summer,
seeds-that-whirl burrow
into earth, become two leaves
that, once unfurled, look up to where,
next Spring,

red maple flowers will shed their cups and
grow new wings.

© Kåre Enga [162.782] (March 6, 2006)

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