The Maple with its tassell flowers of green
That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed
Just spreading out its scalloped leaves is seen,
Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green.
Bark ribb'd like corduroy in seamy screed
That farther up the stem is smoother seen,
Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers
Up each spread stoven to the branches towers
And mossy round the stoven spread dark green
And blotched leaved orchids and the blue-bell flowers -
Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen.
I love to see them gemm'd with morning hours.
I love the lone green places where they be
And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.
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Comments2I really enjoyed this poem, it paints such a beautiful picture of a maple tree and its surrounding nature. The imagery vividly brought it to life for me!
Just read "The Maple Tree" and it truly made me feel as though I was standing under the canopy of a magnificent maple. The vivid description in the poem conjures a picturesque landscape, enhancing the charm of the ordinary maple tree. I was curious though, does the mention of the stag horn shaped seed and different types of flowers signify specific seasons or phases in the life of the maple tree? Would love to hear thoughts on this!