the tall maple is a shimmering yellow

the deep crunch beneath my feet

sounds mournful still

its twin to the left

was being gnawed at by rot

and had to be removed

since then I haven’t had the heart

to poach its sticky syrup

I will never forget the gasp escaping the earth

as huge sections of the trunk was felled

the house shook

Pat R


For dVerse Poets Pub… an interesting prompt this week where Sarah is hosting – Three little words. Stop by to read or participate here

My choice : Sticky. Left. Gasp