The Maple Dances Poem by Charlotte Ballard

The Maple Dances



Tangled branches of
Shadowy hair
Wrinkle crisp lines
In the September air.

Black robins bobbing,
Dig out
From summer coarsen throats
A solitary song.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,hair,september,summer
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