Blushing Maples

Among the maples
sits your apple tree.
My canopy, a shade
to offer thee.
I’ll cover you
like warm rains in the fall.
The bees have pollinated;
The birds have liberated.
Now apples, crisp and sweet,
begin to fall.
While in the wind,
a soft scent gently goes
It blows to beckon you,
come near to me,

Author: thefragrancewriter

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