Esprit De Corps
Maple leaves swirl around the forest
like scarlet letters whispering doom,
severed from the spring of their youth,
the summer of vitality,
the lifeblood of association.
Set adrift one by one to fall.
But while laying at the feet of their matriarch,
they know that soon an ermine cloak of snow
will swaddle them gently as they fade,
crumbling back into earth.
When the icicles weep at winter’s passing,
seedlings will drink cold tears
and rise to clothe the naked ground
with tender tendrils spreading resurrection.
Pam is currently battling metastatic breast cancer and is doing remarkably well. Some of her poetry is on Poetry For Thought and AllPoetry.com. She has been published in many online and print journals, and has had two chapbooks published, Postscripts in Time and A Dalton View. In the Great Northwoods, a collection of poetry was published by Publish America. She lives in New Hampshire.