I’m re-blogging this recent poem with a new photo of a beautiful, blood red maple, donating its oxygen for my brain to function. Our veins are the receptors of a steady stream of inspiration…food for thought breathed in and out everyday. Enjoy!
A bitter
breeze
sharpens
pointed
maple
leaves,
throwing
them down
one by one
like ninja
stars,
silently
sticking
their
target,
the ground
now blood red.
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