Debussy and the Maple Tree: a ghazal

Your dark eyes and bright soul hold tender resolution.
The tree outside my window powerful and delicate.

Notes trip and tumble a sweet green dance,
Intricate, insistent stamp – gold shimmers sensuous leaves.

Soon this tree will flame with your passion
But today it reflects a greyer sky.

From depths a magpie bursts. A pigeon swoops.
They pass like cars at a junction – indifferent.

Should life narrow to the maple tree and Claude,
I still will have it all.

Ann Copeland


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