Maple seeds fly
with the advent of Spring.
Miniature helicopters,
blades spinning in the wind.
Caught
carried
like a kite on the breeze;
Only to float to the ground…
the roof… the gutter… or rain barrel
destination unknown…
deposited for growth.
New life begins
Today at d’Verse, Merril gave us seed as our Quadrille (exactly 44 words) Prompt. Every spring the maple trees are the first to open. Their seeds drop in abundance and land everywhere. We called them helicopters, when I was young, and threw them back up in the air to watch them spin around to the ground. Nature has so many ways to keep the growth cycle going. Just about anywhere they land they will put down a root and try to grow. A good example for all of us!
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