Cursed With Another One Of Those Thoughts

Deceit

Healthy Maple Tree
Your branches seem to me
not what truth may be
But branches black with moss
Yeild bitter fruit indeed.

Plump termites eat sweet pulp
the tree a hollow weed
All that I might feed
of:

-poison dressed like sugar sap

-pregnant buds of insects swarming

-leaves of short term kelly green

Turn appealing potent colors
'gainst the black abyss of winter
Flakes of snow twigs can't support us.

Limbs of black trade in their costumes
For White winter fancy wardrobe
Temporary crystal coatings
Gilded leaves fall drifting slowly
Frozen bleeding rude imposture
snow turn black of maple running...

dry.

~H~