A Brooch of Maple
Dark maple branches, edged
with morning gold,
swirl like the curves
of Lalilque.
The red and orange leaves
sparkle in bunches,
sprinkled across the sky
like Rene’s rubies.
Beyond, the translucent blue
stretches behind the
winding leaves, a perfect
setting to a brooch of maple.
Dark maple branches, edged
with morning gold,
swirl like the curves
of Lalilque.
The red and orange leaves
sparkle in bunches,
sprinkled across the sky
like Rene’s rubies.
Beyond, the translucent blue
stretches behind the
winding leaves, a perfect
setting to a brooch of maple.
It seems everywhere I look in The Piney Woods, I see jewels. Art Nouveau jewels. My lens focusses in on one treasure after another in colors that cannot be matched even by the best gem engraver. It is glorious to walk on pathways through branches and leaves and petals even more beautiful than those imitations created by Faberge.
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