Maple Tree on a Morning in May

The maple tree by the pond
glowed in a kind of green
phosphorescence
as I watched its leaves wave
like a thousand burning hands
in every direction and it occurred to me
that it was utterly alive and it could not be
anything but a phosphorescent green.

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