The old maple listens to the conversation on a gray night.
Rain falls like tears after a lover leaves,
Wind whispers secrets,
Hail chatters about the snow coming to visit,
Tires swish home late for dinner,
Heels sound a staccato.
Door opens and closes,
Warmth reaching his branches,
Laughter like a blanket signals good night.
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