Maple Key

We started off as one…

a fluttery spinning satellite.

parted in the winds

broke away by the seasons.

These maple roots

needed a scattering,

these sugary visions

yearned to breathe.

now we rest,

our dance performed…

our whirling wings

set free

sowing tiny seeds

was our destiny.


poem by L.E. Stone


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