The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too.
We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends.
bowing its lowest branches
over the deck
basking in the radiance
of mountain sunsets
first published in Image Curve, February 22, 2018
photo by Valeriy Andrushko
for dVerse OLN #214, hosted by Grace
UPDATE: for Poets United–Poetry Pantry #392