Maple
wind whips moss-green leaves;
winged seeds, fruit* of the maple,
whirl on wayward breeze,
wend their way gently earthward —
where wings wither, life’s renewed
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*winged seeds — two hooked together
by a thin membrane that will
eventually break apart —
are called double samaras;
the wings are to carry them
as far away from the tree as possible
before the seeds separate.
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Picture Credits:
Maple seeds — www.workingoutside.com
Seeds — farmersalmanac.com
What a beautiful poem to this wondrous tree’s seedlings! I think I remember calling them pollywogs, though I’m not sure anymore.
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Most articles refer to them as helicopters. (Made me think of helicopter moms.)
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I loved the alliteration, too. All those ‘w’ sounds whooshing around! We were just talking about these other day, my husband and I. I call them whirlygigs and he calls them helicopters. Good to know the official name – double samara. (I like that word!)
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Sounds kind of Japanese, doesn’t it?
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Really lovely.
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Thanks, Anna. 🙂
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💚💚💚💚
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Love it – I’m a fan of alliteration.
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That was kind of accidental. I wasn’t really shooting for that, but all these W words just kept popping up! 🙂
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I like this part of you.
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Well if I wasn’t such a wingnut I might be like that more often. 🙂
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Love this!
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Wonderful. 😀 Did you get a sense of wind whistling around you? 😉
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