Saturday, October 12, 2024

Maple Sugar

 

I am naked here,

arms stretched wide.

 

I’ve removed my apron,

my soles are rooted,

sandals tossed aside—

 

shaking my papery skins

of ochre, amber, umber,

deep chestnut brown

 

whistling down

as autumn storms

cause them to do

 

a little tune,

wild and flush,

like milk, like honey,

like money, or better—

 

the sound

of the storm-crested

rustling of two.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse OLN

8 comments:

  1. this is lovely, Jen. good to read you ~ M

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  2. Who knew trees were having such a good time? :-)

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  3. I will remember to spend more time with the trees.

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  4. This is so beautifully written. Love the autumn hues.

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  5. Gorgeous! The trees seem to be having a jolly good time.

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  6. A wildly sweet, heady poem of autumnal passion. Love it!

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  7. I really enjoyed the parallel here between the trees undressing in autumn but also the storm created by two people as suggested in the final stanza. Or maybe that's how I want to interpret it. A sexy poem, nonetheless! :)

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