Butterfly poetry collection
Maple Moments: A Collection of Poems
A varied collection of poems gathered around this subject, with space for different voices, images, and moods.
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Trees
Autumn’s Glory
Maple leaves in autumn's air,
Colors bright beyond compare.
In every branch, a fire's gleam,
Nature's palette, like a dream.
Through the forest, hues unfold,
Maple's story, brightly told.
Soft and warm in autumn's grace,
Maple's charm, fills the space.
Each leaf a whisper, each branch a song,
In the season where they belong.
Trees
Spring’s First Leaf
Maple buds in spring's soft light,
Tender green, a fresh delight.
In every sprout, a promise new,
Nature's cycle, life's debut.
Through the rain and gentle breeze,
Maple awakens, fresh with ease.
Light and bright in spring's embrace,
Maple's charm, nature's grace.
Each bud a beginning, each leaf a dream,
Spring's renewal, nature's theme.
Trees
Summer’s Canopy
Maple in the summer's sun,
Shade and shelter, all in one.
In every leaf, a cool retreat,
Nature's refuge from the heat.
Through the days, in summer's glow,
Maple's leaves, a soothing show.
Soft and calm in summer's breeze,
Maple's canopy, hearts appease.
Each leaf a shelter, each branch a song,
In the summer where they belong.
Trees
Maple's Melody
A maple tree so grand,
Loved to sing across the land.
"Hear my tune, hear my cheer,
I'm the forest's song so dear!"
The birds laughed, the squirrels cheered,
At the maple's tune endeared.
With each note, joy would grow,
In the maple's show.
Trees
Maple's Mirth
A maple tree loved to play,
In the forest every day.
"Catch my leaves if you can,
I'm the forest's leafy fan!"
The animals laughed, danced with glee,
At the maple's spree.
With each leaf, joy would spread,
In the forest's bed.
Trees
Autumn's Palette
Amidst the groves where maples sway, their leaves transform in autumn's play,
Maple whispers, in the nature's day.
Colors blaze in red and gold, a seasonal tale that must be told,
Maple's whispers, in the autumn's hold.
Leaves that flutter to the ground, creating a carpet all around,
Maple poems, in the season's sound.
Amidst the branches and the breeze, where maples paint the forest's tease,
Maple whispers, in the autumn's ease.
Each leaf a tale of change and light, in the season's bright,
Maple poems, in the autumn's sight.


