Maple is made from tree leaves collected from the Evergreen Forest in Olympia, Washington; slow cured, then brush pen calligraphed with the below poem, and sewn into maple leaf collaged book boards.

Maple

How these 
exuberant 
season-days fly

my red buds 
arise early 
and burst 

blooming into green 
leaves each morn
turning into 
blissful flames every eve

Then during night’s dark comfort
they fall
nourishing 
the ground for my seed

my possible progeny
sprouts from the soft dirt
 
reaching for the sky 
in a day

in a branch of months 
they will be half as tall as me

Rivaling my girth in a year
like me 
they will feel decades 
grow to centuries

— Marshall Weber, 2017