Maple Keys

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 Laura Stone

originally published in Tiny Seed Journal – February 14, 2019