I
The maple leaves blush
in the fine fabrics they wear
for their funeral
II
They prostrate toward God
once they hit the winding road,
humble in the dirt
III
The wind carries them
and they glide rapturously,
soon to resurrect
IV
What about the buds?
Righteous anger buries them
underneath the snow
V
Until the Sun shines,
they await their baptism—
water seeps new life
Morgan Flodman is a writer from the village of Cherry Valley, Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in The Apprentice Writer, Calm Down Magazine, Kalopsia Literary Journal, and Trouvaille Review, plus she has been honorably recognized by the International Torrance Legacy Creativity Awards, and the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. Keep up with her literary endeavors on Instagram: @morganflodmanwrites