Not an autumn passes that one branch or another cannot wait to turn color. It always seems maples are involved, but never the same tree.
Incorrigible
Back of the cabin
breathes a full grown maple
who streaked some branches
crimson red.
Tosses them
to contrast her birthright green.
Flouts her defiance
before old firs and hardwoods.
Not for her
the group makeover in October,
marching lockstep to winter.
Rather, a rebel's sauciness
before shortened days and north winds
bend her will.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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