Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Maple

The leaves have sprung on me again and I note,
a subtle vernal joke unspoken
oh how I studied them, these past weeks, scrutinizing each
and to have them slip into existence unobserved, laughing!

The buds were just there! I'd barely measured them
yesterday, using the tip of a single nail
mere blisters of spring, still wrapp'd in their cocoon
waiting patiently for the last frost to pass before emerging

The tresses, dryad locks, still hang limply this evening
as wetly emerged Heliconiinae
clutching and trembling in the breeze~too frail yet for turgidity
each leaf hangs on, bastion of each branch, awaiting reinforcement

The unfoldings! Each frond from bent blintzed grafts
tiny packaging breaking forth
into sails and wings on a fixed thing, rooted and unmoving
a juxtaposition~frailty and hardwood, both wing'd and anchor'd

-Jay
5-6-09

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