Silver Maple buds are dark,
Reddish, trimmed in white,
With varied shape and size,
Clusters anchored tight,
Positioned on the end,
Petite, ash gray, ringed stems
Attached to slender branches,
Hanging over winter gems,
Gradually exploding,
With seasonal warming,
A yearly cycle,
Flowers forming.
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