WHEN FROST SHINES ON VINE MAPLE

 Trailing strands of vine maple
  Wind all 'round the tall pine tree;
    In the late fall of the year
      The little sprays of leaves
         Look as bright as liquid fire.
 Yes, when frost kisses the vines,
  There is red-orange-gold to see.
    Did God make vine maple
      Because he loved beauty so --
        Or just to please me?
(c)1981 by Marilee Miller