you’re maple syrup in my pocket the aftermath of a sweet meal i knew i shouldn’t have had now you’re stuck all over my clothes saccharine mistakes dribbling down my fingers you’re maple syrup in my pocket and everytime i try to wipe you away you find another way to get in and now my tears are sticky and sweet oozing down my chin dripping onto the linoleum floors maple syrup on my shoes i can’t escape you a sticky footprint beneath me wherever i walk
day by day you consume me piece by piece i am more maple syrup than i am myself who i was before i met you before i devoured the sweet meal i knew i should not have touched however i am being consumed by you yet you are being consumed by honey and i suppose honey and you fit quite well but i am just a wooden spoon you use then turn away from but because you are maple syrup and you are so sweet and lovely and golden and ever so sticky all your unwanted and used parts cling to me pieces of you forever lingering in my pocket
Red leaves fell silently Under the maple tree by the lake Where we met Last autumn Late September; When the maple leaves turned crimson you made me blush just like those scarlet leaves That day ... Autumn came early, Why don't you,too...?
Enjoying nature’s poetry, written in vivid colors. Each leaf speaks to me in tints of red and gold. Red leaves of the maple trees share lovely memories. A hopeful dream’s etched on the golden leaves of the ginkgo trees. Trees of brilliant colors softly humming in chorus. The beauty of autumn, the gathering of vibrant hues. Nature’s imperfection and beauty, Life and nature’s harmony, Together, they work wonderfully. Nature’s visible glories and life’s reality, Us, our colors inside as humans, the mere reflection of our humanity. What beauty it is to embrace our magnificent colors within us! There’s no vibrant and luminous color, other than forgiveness, love, compassion and kindness deep within ourselves.