Maple Tree

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting The Bar:  Critique and Craft  (posted by Frank Hubeny) – Imitation Practice
“The prompt today is to identify some poetic technique, theme or style that you enjoy and would like to try yourself by imitating it. Let us know what it is you are trying to practice or imitate. Some of us may want to try imitating it ourselves after seeing what you find enjoyable in a poem.”

(Inspired by The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam)

The maple tree, grown so high
was home to many birds, and I
did love to watch them flutter.
Seemed that branches touched the sky.

One morning after storm, I uttered
a cry when I saw my tree cluttered
with fallen limbs, all broken.
I knew I’d soon see a woodcutter.

A sense of being heart-broken
came over me. The charcoal sky betokened
another day of gusty winds.