Red Maple seed floats merrily on wings;
hoping to find a place from which to rise.
Landing between the crack of a rock;
with little soil, and almost no chance of survival;
it puts down a root;
forever changing the future of that rock!


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille Monday, and Merril, at d’Verse, asked us to use some form of the word rise. I decided to put a little different Spring twist to it and came up with this Quadrille of exactly 44 words.

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36 thoughts on “Rise

  1. I love the fact that this little plant has battled through to see the light. Great photo and words.

    Within everything/everyone there is a softness sat waiting for the right time to emerge.

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  2. In the little village of Greensburg, Indiana, a tree grows from the top of the courthouse, a testament to the perseverance of the seed! Inspiring poem.

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  3. I missed seeing my Silver Maple helicopters – but boy oh boy I’m pulling up little sprouts all over the place where they aren’t supposed to be. A weed is anything growing where you don’t want it πŸ™‚

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