A Lady but not a Gentleman

Deep into a warm winter
the Japanese red maple keeps
her crown of brilliant leaves

as if to prove to the evergreens
especially that big blue spruce
he’s not the only one

who can handle winter well.
But then the rains come,
days of pounding torrents,

and the maple drops her locks
except for the last three curls.
The blue spruce is unshaken.

He stands taller and glistens.
He looks as if he’s smiling
in the pouring rain.

By Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. Read more of his poems in Eye on Life Magazine here.

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