My maples woke as crystal chandeliers,
Dangling diamonds delicately hung,
Suspended pendants strung along glazed arms,
Winter’s prismic greeting to the dawn.
Bright sapphire jay and chickadees appeared,
Accompanied by ruby cardinal’s song,
Symmetrically arranged for morning’s rays,
Pendalogue jewels perched before the sun.
Maple’s teardrops glisten as they fall,
Leaving watery trails where they’d begun,
Nostalgic for the chandelier’s clear glow
Now feeding Spring beneath dear Winter’s snow.