Maple

All warming

Sweet, sweet breath of Gale
With thick Andalusian accent
Kept on moving
Towards the East
Grabbing the slender bodies
Of swaying maple trees
Whispering into their luscious tresses
The secrets
Never heard about

And them
Oh, naive fools
Blushing
They stripped off
Their
Habit
By habit

Covering the rime pyramid
Of yesterday

Morphing
Into the blazing feathers of Phoenix
Birthing
The bleeding Moon
Etching
Tenderly
The origami leaves
In myriads shades
Of
Broken gleam

Scattering all over the face
Of one tear
Chiselling
The ethereal
Geometry

Of Snowflake