Living Midair    poems by Karen June Olson April 2019
 
 

Sugar Maple

for Grace

When we were tender green
our pockets full, juicy
and sweet, she held us
close
in wind and rain
with beetles and birds
caught
in the sway.
Bold you were and so was I
letting go and falling. She is standing
still
weathered and lined,
empty
as winter is here.

 
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