Mother Maple

These little maple leaves,
now breaking forth from bud
stretching their arms with
first cry will
soon toddle on tree, will
soon be schooled in photosynthesis, will
soon branch out and then
then settle down; life
made in their shade until at end
they blaze in glory and fall to fate:
fodder for humus; toil for humans.

What is tree to leaf?
Is she mother? Is the end of
each branch to womb? Does tree
portend leaf’s coming, being, going?
Or is tree like God? Or do the two merge?

I put my hand to trunk
and feel earth, intuit strength, know
life flowing to me like energy incognito;
life from womb in whom is
caring, Kraft, creation.

4 thoughts on “Mother Maple

  1. shoreacres says:

    I love your extended metaphor; it works beautifully. I extended your title somewhat when I first read it — as ‘Mother May Pole.’ That seems right, too. Dancing around a tree is a perfect welcome to spring, and part of our Scandinavian traditions!

  2. really love this one, Allen. Thanks for such wonder- and thought-inspiring words

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